THRILL SEEKER - Can'tYouFuckingTell?

A whole lotta shit
My dead body lays
Deep inside of my crib
Black tar covers my demonic ribs
I'm after you bitch, My hunger is fit

I'mma drop dead
Let me rot in the rain
Accept that I'm in this
Call my life off scene
Can't help my complex
So I stare with contempt when
Bitches drop dead
We won't ever be friends

Double edged blade
Keep it strapped to my chest
Since I don't trust none
I wear a bulletproof vest
Man i'm way too stressed
Turn a blind eye fast huh
If you see me
Then good luck and god bless

All of you bitches make me nauseous
I'll beat you until you're unconscious
You don't wanna be in my mental state
Get that shit out of my fucking face

I am the lord and your seeker
I dance around with the grim reaper
I am the lord and your seeker

Written by:
LORD SEEKER

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