Sweet Video Glamour

www.sindustrybeats.com Toxic waste, hypoxic taste, wallow in the wasted space, brace for the impact, stay intact, stacked attack against the mad rats in the claptrap like an Earthbound bat. It was happenstance, happened to grab the chance to have my lance pointed at your sternum, 'cause I burn 'em like they learned to earn their death at my behest. It's best you stay away, as they say, 'get down on your knees and pray!' Hairy situation, but it works to my elation, 'cause I station my racin' heart at the ready, hands are steady, treading water, bullheaded bullshit and cannon fodder, hotter on my tail, as I blaze the trail, for a new man who can't stand to see the world around him disintegrate, ain't it great? Celebrate the hate that controls your life, and see, I struggle to be free from my chains. Remember that my pain ain't in vain. Strain at the reigns, go against the grain. Realize! Empty eyes! Knife attack! Eye contact! Seeing eyes! Set and rise! False or fact! Eye conta! ct! Lives and dies! No more lies! Got hijacked! Eye contact! Emphasize! Plagiarize! Lying rat! Eye contact! It's essential for my potential, to see the key to succeed against my enemy, you'll never be an opponent who is worthy of my honed skills, another tally mark for my kills, send you to the hills to hide, or to die, whichever one you choose, run or lose, mowed down by ones and twos. Run fools, use your tools to escape the place that is your new tomb, the ashes are my new womb, 'cause every time you ...

Tweet