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synakill - kill myself or everyone else كلمات الأغنية

i f-cking hate myself
but i hate everyone else so much more
if you wanted peace
you probably never shouda started this war
i fantasize about murder when i’m bored
like chopping up a wh-r-‘s corpse
i’m the manifestation of evil
an unstoppable force. slaughter innocents
i’m belligerent, as can be, howling at the moon
my dude, i’ve become a beast
look at these teeth, and how blood drips from ’em
practicing black magic
summoning demons in my dungeon
i can’t even function, too many xans in my system
don’t even knock on your door
it’s getting kicked in, c-ck back the hammer
after i load a clip in, gunning down innocents
like they’re nothing more than pigeons
the mission is homicide, so how do you want to die?
i’ll let you decide, but pick quick
you’re running out of time. call it m-ss murder
when i line ’em all up for execution
see i know i’m s-d-stic, sh-t, k!ll it so ruthless

chorus:
sometimes i want to k!ll myself
oh no, not right now
i’d rather just freak out
and k!ll everyone else
sometimes i want to k!ll myself
oh no, not right now
i’d rather just freak out
and k!ll everyone else

k!lling more kids, than that heroin is these days
don’t question my ways, depressed brain
filled with rage, need to inflict pain
to stave off the demons that play
in the shadows, hidden away from the day
but when the sunsets, something change
i get a different look on my face
and my eyes slowly fade to gray
ready to spray an ak at anyone in my range
these bullets express the rage
burning inside of my rib cage
from dealing with you people every day
putting so many holes in your face
there’s nothing left but a stain, call it art
put it up in a frame. beg for mercy
but your pleas fall on deaf ears
i’m the mortal that even death fears
k!lling my way to the top now
not waiting for next year
standing on a pile of fallen enemies
i have a tendency to body these emcees
with each and every one of my sixteens
so they just b-tch about my skinny jeans
so their team doesn’t have to admit defeat
but i watch them bleed after i cut their wrists vertically
filling up cemeteries, the way i utilize my vocabulary
all these wack rappers about to be buried
take ’em away on the ferry
covered in even more blood than carrie

- synakill

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