Curtis Foster - Alter Ego (feat. Novatore)

God help me, Jesus, my demons are plotting schemes
Like they got me tied to their strings
I'm a puppet to these diseases so I
Keep a squeegee for cleaning blood off my Ouija board
Cause three out of four times that I use it
I end up speaking foreign tongues
Like Steve Carrell in Bruce Almighty
Making sure the noose is tightly
Looped around your neck then I'll be
Lubricating with my Visine
My eyes be red from all these fuckin' leaves I'm blowin'
Plus I'm droppin' acid tabs like anvils on Wile E. Coyote (I'm just kidding!)
I'm separating your skin from bone with the needle nose
The fetal pose will not protect ya, death will leave the fetus cold
Assassins blast you then they pass the ratchet even faster
You can't track the stack of bodies sleeping when the heat is sold
Conniving in disguise, pretending to be a priest
You enter my confession as a piece of shit then leave deceased
Amongst the deities, a brutal beast I be at ease
And murder's lost the thrill but still I need to kill to be at peace
Sickest of similes, tell me what's gotten into me
Every five minutes gone by I'm switching identities
Sickest of similes, what's gotten into me?
Every seven minutes I'm switching several identities
I control your life when I roll the dice on the coldest night
I'm broke inside, disturbing you like a poltergeist
Avoiding mirrors 'cause the spirits always appear in 'em
When I'm near 'em, it's delirium I experience
Return to the Ouija board, what the fuck are you screeching for?
Peace be kinda boring, I'm more inclined to go to war
You can try to scream until your throat is sore
I'll be keeping your vocal chords
Now I'mma ghost and swap out with Novatore
Machete severing everybody a veteran
I'm meddling with the murder over serve medicine
The knife inside ya, I'm right beside ya, I might decide to
Take your life, I'm a brutal sniper, I'm like MacGyver
Shoulder holsters and gadget belts, I'll melt some metal
Stick the lead inside you, a proper puppet, I'm like Giupetto
So let go 'cause I'm immaculate in necro
Decapitate a hater, you never know where the neck go
Sickest of similes, tell me what's gotten into me
Every five minutes gone by I'm switching identities
Sickest of similes, what's gotten into me?
Every seven minutes I'm switching several identities
I'm hostile, very, I got a consigliere
Married to the game, I be the famous block apothecary
Bodies buried, wakes attended, shady men befriended
Hairs are very grey, must say this burden is a lot to carry
These gods are barely in attendance, if you on the fence
I'll split you down the middle of ya head, call that a dividend
Welcome to a cynic's dread, I don't do shit peacefully
You sleep on me? I'mma leave you stiffer than a prison bed
I'm rippin' heads 'til I'm salivating, I'm agitated
I masturbate at the thought of plasma coagulated
I'm fascinated at death in any sense of it
Demented henchmen sent to avenge, never defending it
Never apprehensive, I stay calmer than a sedative
I go for the throat like a dose of your favorite medicine
Menacing the regiment led to pump your adrenaline
I'm taking control like a president over denizens
Sickest of similes, tell me what's gotten into me
Every five minutes gone by I'm switching identities
Sickest of similes, what's gotten into me?
Every seven minutes I'm switching several identities

Written by:
Louis Cisneroz, Matthew Curtis

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find