Vanilla Paste

I said I'm never living like this

Here we go, heat the knife

Maybe end up dead

Notice, everyone's a little red

Could it be? Could it be?

Could it be that you

Faked it just to push a narrative?

Hide your kids, hide your wife

I'm about to play God

I've made a lot of enemies, and I want their heads

Eat up

Oh, here comes another fullcourse meal (Eat up)

You'll be fine

Eat it up

Playin' God, Imma' act a heathen

The bastard child and the non believer

Ain't gonna' lie; I get mad, but then I get even

Keep it movin'

I'm bobbin' and weavin'

Can't touch me

I stay on my king shit, me and this slugger-bat, swingin'

Louisville City made like an Ali hit

I see you on the other side of the screen seethin'

I can't stand how you' still on and on on that poor, pitiful me bit

They say success is the best revenge

But honest, I still wish that you'd stop fuckin' breathin'

Bitter bitchin' but I'm back and better

Some shoot to kill, but now I aim to maim 'em to death

Done shovelin' shit; you can go shove this here, bitch

But I've gotten used to shoveling crap

Hide your kids, hide your wife

I'm about to play God, If I gave you wiggleroom

Would you make amends?

Eat up

O' here comes another full course meal

You'll be fine (Eat up)

'Cause dead men don't vomit

And you've all come so damn far (Oh, oh)

There's no need to call a cab back home

You'll be fine (Uh, uh)

Tell them again

They think I'm breaking in silence

I'm just contemplating violence

So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all the hatred

Can't take all the noise

I make the choice

When all I have is my fucking voice

By now, you should know

That I've had enough of your boot on my neck

I've had enough

Well, I find myself sitting in the corner

Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like)

Through these eyes (Through this eyes)

Well, I can't imagine Heaven looks any different

From the Hell that's our life (That's our life)

So sick of the pain

So sick of the paranoia

Sick of the rage

Sick of looking in the mirror

Seeing myself, a manmade horror, horror

Like a fly, you're so full of shit

Everyone's a little red

Everyone's a little red

Everyone's a little red and so full of shit

Crippled, corrupt, that's all they are

But wait, you'll get what your heart cried for

Eat up

O' here comes another full course meal (Eat up)

You'll be fine

'Cause dead men don't vomit

And you've all come so damn far (Oh, oh)

There's no need to call a cab back home

You'll be fine (Uh, uh)

Everyone's a little red

Everyone's a little red

Everyone's a little red

Until they show how they feel

Feel

Spew, I spew forth blades

Just to get 'em out

Just to get 'em out

I know it's for the better, if you just step aside

I'm retching, folding, pleading

Trying to spit up, what I'm holding deep inside

Are you famished?

Are you famished?

Are you famished?