a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

burden - rcjk. كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
die, k!ll, rebirth

[pre_chorus]
i’ll see which way the wind blows
i’m still searching for the truth
and (tbh), i’m still insecure

[verse 1]
this is your son
(this is the family, come on!)
shoot, i can’t shoot the street (shoot.)
what the f_ck is you, punk?
can’t shoot straight through you
on the street, i don’t lead the crowd
what i seek
is to f_ck up the state of existing violence
why you running? sissy fighters
why the f_ck do i cut my hand and waste my life, i’m sober
get the f_ck out my way to break people who disobey me like sandpaper
(ay, ain’t that funny, mr. racist?) (k!ll ’em)
yo, a waifu cuddles (with…?)
oliveira from baki with oliverotto touches
take them kids with their grown fathers
stomp ‘еm babies, stomp ’em daily
stomp ’em crazy, until thеy bodies oblong
intestines dragging from the floor until they fall
and everyone sees and weeps and bawls, at the weeping wall
and everybody sees the sins that i bore on my body
the psychology of war
k!ll
k!ll
k!ll
wolf gang
“come forth.”
“give up?”
wake up
alpha, beta, omega. (k!ll them all.)
[verse 2]
this the master manipulator, “how do i communicate?”
one, two, three and four, get them up in mutiny
some intuit
get a few milli’ from the sales of all this song
trade her, trade her
trade my sister for a few pennies, a pageant
pennies are not pennies, they’re pittances in my eyes
pennies for a peon that use pettings to beg for likes
peons are peons, i’ll pee on their f_cking graves
elisha, get off my face

heartbreaking
‘cause you can’t see
that i’m f_cking insane

_gunshot_
_scream_
_choking noise_

so k!ll ‘em
(music cuts)
(music loops)

[verse 3]
sculpt the earth
skulking for–
pinafore, lucifer?
k!ll ‘em, k!ll ’em, for what the h_ll it’s for
k!ll ‘em, k!ll ’em; embrace, die, repeat
this the reason to die for, every reason to be intimate
the necromancer in his necromancy completely resurrects his “answers”
be michael j. with jenga, don’t pee in your underpants
setting fire to your f_cking underpants
captain underpants; liar, liar, pants on fire
stretching into a wedgie? wedgie magee, gottem
you can try to skate (by me)
hundred total k!lls, you’re dead meat

(shoot ‘em.)
(k!ll ’em.)

[verse 4]
hey, callum!
why the f__k are you in here? i told you to not be in school
i’m shooting this sh_t school up, turning it into meat and gruel
pleading with huckster faith, i can’t deny a fool
i played the photo op, i burnt a beat winchester
but if i am a pestle, i also have a pistol

huh, karma!

did you at least make sure to call the cops?
(what was that for?)
but what if he sees a dead body under the f__king floor?
(k!ll ’em)

[verse 5]
all the world’s a stage and all the world’s a joke
24k, comedy broke!

(no.. uh!)
putin and everybody wanna be cahootin’
trumping ‘round and ‘round town, like hula_hoopin’
what the h_ll is everyone doing? what are ya behoovin’?
give me money to statute my father; built in a scarlet influence

[verse 6]
funny, there’s boys and funny, there’s laughter
you met everyone and wanna know, wanna say something
(f__k ‘em, k!ll ’em ‘till their bodies dead; in the bottom)
(shoot ‘em, shoot ’em, beat them dry until they can’t find ‘em)
(body them, then burn them)
laughing salesman
assorted pills, shoot ’em dead, in their bed; body curtain grilles
_windows shutting_
closed

[verse 7]
wore golden foil on my t__th
shod t__th, shark attack
swimming with the sharks, making big bank
you’re rank, you f_cking creep
you f_cking sank the titanic!
i’ll make sure you are f_cking knocked dead

[verse 8]
stand at your peril!
you made me cry ‘till i was afraid of you!
you made me cry ‘till i curled up like a foetus, muzan kibutztuji — made me cry ’till you see a demon!
can’t see the angel team, which ones are on my side?
i grew wings too; ‘till then, i can walk and fly
i’ll make sure you’re beat up dead; beat until you cry
make sure you f_cking die three times over
three times three times three times tree(3)
ripened with some tea tree, hang your bodies to the three trees

[outro]
(shoot him, shoot him, i don’t give a—
rootin’, tootin’, frootin’, ack!
give ‘em, give ‘em, give ‘em)
montage!

- burden

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة