Mad World Ft. Lori Lib - Unholy Sorrow | Текст песни

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• Mad World Ft. Lori Lib
• Unholy Sorrow

[Verse 1: Davey Rickz]
Listen..
Stigmata's in effect; minds to infect
The powers of higher beings in which we accept
Scripture written in text; it's forgive and forget
But when we live with regret, I get this shit off my chest
And then I, keep comin' cause I've challenged the best
I've never gettin' no rest, I'm always failin' the test
The holy water's always burnin' my flesh
Who wants to be next? We're just prayin' for death
Yeah, I know the secrets of the unknown
I think they're watchin' me; gotta fight at my own home
To the lab, cause I keep my potions homegrown
Throw the drama at Obama, he's a throne clone
I'm in the stash, and snatchin' all I can grab
And I'm trashin' your asses; leave you faggits in caskets
This is madness, everybody in panic
You fuckin' fascists, taste the heat of the ratchets
I'm the fattest; hungry for a taste of blood
We stormin' deserts, and the troops always trained in mud
Yeah, armageddon has arrived
The weak shall be killed and the strong will survive
It's the design to disguise the lies, the rise, the cries
The mind fries and dies the minds of lives
Yeah, and truth be told, went to the crossroads, and sold my soul
The Holy Ghost, the roast, and the demon's toast
It feeds us hope; the reaper croaks, it needs a host
If God's your belief, at most, the steeple smoke
Then I'mma seize the pope, and eat his throat
What!?

[Hook: Lori Lib]
When the world goes mad, will you stand your ground and fight?
Or will you, lay down your sorrow, and sacrifice your rights?
When the, smoke and the flames climb higher than the sky, will you?
Doused in flame, we rep the name until the day we die

[Verse 2: Ishtar Terror]
I bring death to the populace; I'm the apocalypse
I resurrect inside the garden of acropolis
I got the main focus point upon metropolis
My main mans are rollin' joints the size of continents
I'm Decepticon, you are just an Optimis
We go war, ain't nobody ever stoppin' this
I'm sick of all these local rappers that be droppin' hits
I'm sick of all these paper-chasin', faggot poppy kids
Back the fuck up, before I gotta drop your kid
Your backstage molly-whoppin' with your floppy dicks
I'm backstage sacrificin' lambs, slittin' wrists
I'm eatin' shrooms in a room where I'm seein' shit
Yeah, and that's the way that we gettin' down
Ain't nobody ever fuckin' with the underground
I stay true to the meaning that's behind the sound
I keep bleedin', with the thorns wrapped around the crown
Yeah, I bear the same weight as Atlas
I'll drop the world down, make the shit spin backwards
I'll take the sword to you rappers
You backpack faggots all resemble fudgepackers
You ain't fuckin' with the savage
I'll eat a vegetarian-barbarian as cabbage
I got the crossbow, I'm takin' down the carriage
I'll set a fuckin' blaze; burn bodies through the parish..

[Hook: Lori Lib]