Symph0ny - Killing Clowns

Some people might say my music is evil intent
Some people might know the song lyrics just like they wrote it
But you'll never get the deeper meaning in most of my lyrics
Cause you'll never be me and I'm the one who wrote them (uh)
Because of these beats, I'll never see heaven, cause killing's a sin
Fucking body bag's the only trash I put out
Oh boy you shoulda heard the screams and the shouts
Every body in a bag is deleting another doubt
I get to murdering these demons
Some heathens are telling me I'm upset for no fucking reason
I smash the glass they hide behind
Just to find that I'm the guy
Who's saying my feelings are as realistic as Michael Jackson
Before he died
(I slept on the floor)
I lift off and the view I can see
Gives me a reason to feel like I constantly bleed
People are torn apart by people and left there in pieces
Everyone acts like it doesn't happen though I know they can see
Bitch (what?)
You can fight for equality but apart of me is thinking you're bullshitting
Cause of how equally likely I was to have mental problems arising
But I'll never feel equal to someone who won't fight for me
You were the light in me but now I'm off
Changing the game like a fucking god
But even god seems to have problematic thoughts
Like giving you the ability to rip out a heart
Tear it apart in front of a face, leaving me scarred
Bitch, that chronic flow
I'm really thinking about downing some fucking methanol
The room is moving slow, but I'm spitting fast, so it's mumbled gibberish
I got a new rapper name meet Lil Ass
Cause the only thing he be spitting is shit
Just cause there's big in your name, don't mean that you got a big Dick
All of these wanna be gunnas, wanna pull up in a car (various American noises)
And shoot up the block the ops ain't even on, it's why your games lost
I had some suspicions about my brothers in arms
It had me to the point where I'd prepare for when they crossed
Still I was caught off guard
Now I'm a ticking time bomb
You won't say shit to my face, cause you know that I might go off
Nobody's alarmed till I find you fucking with my checks and I scratch up your car
Leave your pets entrails scattered all over your lawn
Little intestine used to teach you a lesson, twisted into letters to spell you're a cunt
But that's just me, mirtazapine and a little lean got me peaking
DPD got me dependent on people who never underwent any fucking endeavors for me
I neglect my fucking issues and it's easy to see
I find it hard to trust a person when my bestfriend is weed
I spend all of my fucking money like what I'm buying is free
I know a lot of people are wishing death upon me
But every wish of death is a step closer to my dreams (uh)

Written by:
Damian Makings, Symph0ny

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