Lyrics
I’m sick of the people coming around, coming to see me, bringing me down,
Expressing frustration with people who visit and bring negativity.
Thinking I listen, not giving a fuck they’re dribbling sibilance outta their mouth,
Feeling annoyed by others' meaningless chatter and lack of concern.
They’re digging a ditch then pulling a pout, I’m sick of the minute I’m helping them out,
Displeased with helping others who react negatively afterward.
They’re running their mouths again like nothing is coming, I’m knocking you out,
People gossiping or talking without considering consequences.
I’m sick of their lying bickering mouths, picture me looking you in the eye and figuring out,
Annoyance at being lied to while confronting the truth.
You’re giving me lies, finish your dinner then get off my couch,
Being tired of dishonesty and expecting someone to leave.
It’s a pity that I am bringing the drought then kicking ya down,
Feeling regretful for causing a negative situation.
Epiphany strikes the minute you drown, get rid of the rubbish relinquish your crown,
Realization that problems arise when unnecessary things are held onto.
You wanted to fuck around, you wanted to be the buster clown,
Referencing someone who acted foolishly or irresponsibly.
This uppercut will fuck you up, enough’s enough I’m hunting you down,
Ready to confront and stop someone's inappropriate behavior.
I’m coming from underground this thundercloud’s,
Emerging from a difficult situation, possibly with anger.
Becoming accustomed to being touch and go, the one and only fucking cunt around,
Describing a challenging or controversial personality.
You wanted my trust, you wanted my love, you wanted it unannounced,
Someone seeking trust and love abruptly leaving when received.
The minute it comes you pick up and run, becoming corrupted and dumbing it down,
Criticizing someone for becoming corrupted or less intelligent.
From someone who counts shut up and go and fuck yourself,
A command to stop speaking and manage one's problems.
I hope you’re stuck in hell and when my knuckles hit, suffer well.
Wishing suffering upon someone when facing consequences.
Don’t take nothing for me to start something,
Warning that actions may easily provoke a response.
So this is like a full blown attack,
Characterizing the situation as a full-on aggressive confrontation.
Keep my name out of your mouth,
Instructing someone to avoid gossiping or talking negatively about the speaker.
Shut the fuck up,
An aggressive command to stop talking or making noise.
There ain’t enough bars to hold the drama that we’ve been through,
Referencing intense past experiences or conflicts.
You should watch your mouth,
Advising someone to be careful with their words or actions.
This is lyrical combat,
Describing the situation as a verbal battle using lyrics.
Speak your mind but watch your mouth,
Encouraging speaking one's mind but with caution.
You getting knocked the fuck out,
Threatening consequences for inappropriate behavior.
Fuck what you heard,
Dismissing unreliable information or rumors.
So fast it’ll make your eyes spin
Implying speed or intensity in a certain action.
I’m hating the fact of having your back, I cannot be carrying enemies that,
Disliking the burden of supporting someone who betrays.
Be stabbing humanity savagely, doubt that mechanically you can consider the fact,
Condemning backstabbing behavior as mechanical and doubtful.
The sound of the smack, my counter attack, no need for the cavalry pack,
Describing a forceful response without needing assistance.
I’m coming with no-one, this loner will put you in a coma by choking you till you collapse,
Threatening severe consequences for betrayal.
Your throat’ll be capped, spoken your crap, awoken the ghost of the black,
Symbolic punishment for speaking deceitfully.
Invoking components considered an omen and openly coaxing it hoping it snaps,
Stating the invocation of ominous elements hoping for failure.
The potent persona devoted to hack, dispose of the whack, approaching the moment to crack,
Ready to forcefully eliminate what's deemed unworthy.
Atonement for no-one that’s knowingly chosen to open their trap,
Rejecting the idea of seeking forgiveness for those who gossip.
I’ll chauffer these cats and show them I overreact, poach ‘em and hang ‘em from rope in the back,
Threatening severe punishment for those who overstep boundaries.
Open the bag, unload on opponents that vocally act,
Expressing readiness to confront verbally active opponents.
Your motives are fucked, you posers are rats, the closest are focused on cash,
Criticizing others' motives as self-serving or dishonest.
Or anything else to better themselves depending on whether they’re poking the gash,
Discussing ways people improve their situations at others' expense.
And most of the cats unspoken the coast it unnoticed, the showmen they act,
Criticizing people who pretend to be friends but deceive.
As tho they’re your friends, pretending defending in any offending approaches your back,
Describing hidden motives or intentions behind actions.
The coke and the gas are cloaks and their daggers, smoke in their mirrors, periods of acts,
Metaphorical references to deceptive behavior and hidden agendas.
They’ll open their traps and hope for the moment you’re hopeless then go for your back.
Waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of someone's vulnerability.
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