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Stay down don’t fight me, I got what you need, I’m a titan of industry
Bona fide player, greatest deal maker
I’m The Be All, end everything
Seven bloody psychopaths in my head
Stompin’ through the crowd, leavin’ pools of red
Call them enemies, they’re tremendous friends
It’s gonna be terrific when you’re all dead, dead, dead, Dead.
You were my savior, addicted flavor, taste that was always near
But then ya fell off, drops on umbrella, frequency I can’t hear
Seven bloody psychopaths in my head
Stompin’ through the crowd, leavin’ pools of red
Call them enemies, they’re tremendous friends
It’s gonna be terrific when you’re all dead, dead, dead, Dead.
Every word you say could make a book of make belief
Sideways phrases, words come in crooked through your teeth
Hate the way you speak, I wish you wouldn’t make a peep
Trust falls have dried up, you should really take a leap
I see envy in your eyes, so many shades of green
It’s like a forest of despise, if looks could paint a tree
I got bullets for your halo and I aim to please
Watch ‘em cut through the sky like a prayer for peace
Don’t do what Caine and Abel teach, no
You could always go for blood but I can always drain a leach
I don’t fall for the way you taint beliefs
I’ll cut off arm leg leg arm head and parade the streets
What I say usually tied to a rant
I just can’t fake news, call me a tyrant
So that’s that, every word I say is fact
Matter of fact, these critics gonna make me laugh
Roll over in a grave, i’m getting paid
You slave over time below minimum wage
With no common sense in the pocket, stop it
You way out the pocket, nowhere on topic
If I may, all y’all on your feet, no kneelin’
Chin to the ceilin’ if the door leaves ya feelin’’
Hello hello no what the hell am i doin’?
If hell’s in the head Richie Rich just flew in
The shit’s brewin’ if ya smell what I’m cookin’
Mister International, always keep a pushin’
Watch in silence, our lives begin to end we all
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Every loyal friend is in your head
Playin’ for your supper and your bread
Hangin’ onto every word you said
Only laughing with you when you’re dead dead dead dead
Seven bloody psychopaths in my head
Stompin’ through the crowd, leavin’ pools of red
Call them enemies, they’re tremendous friends
It’s gonna be terrific when you’re all dead, dead, dead, Dead.