You're gonna wanna see this through the pain and sickness
I have the thickest equipment, you know I'll make the shipment, just in time for Christmas.
You won't want to miss this.
Get back in line and go about your business.
It's the meanest shiznit this side of limp bizkit
take a step back before you get lipstick on your dick lips
good bye and good riddance
get out my town or else I'll send you back to the sticks while your body bag zips.
I smite evil with D sixes and spike frauds in the tournaments
say one more word and I’ll torture you with my instruments.
The knee of justice shatters your ignorance.
We mobilize with real eyes, the forces of evil may spin their lies but we'll mesmerize and materialize the cavalry with our righteous war cries. Feel the vibes and you may just realize how pathetic you seem to the just and the wise. Few we may be, but the lions share of glory marks our legacy. With my sword sister next to me there is nothing out of reach and I’ll fight in the streets with scars on my feet until the battle is won and the enemy beat. The legend will live and the malice will subside and maybe one day after we all die someone will be smart enough to learn the reason why. Spirit of the generation
Bring the message to our nation
When your bootstraps become your table scraps
Freedom can still be found on a map
If you don't know what you want let alone how to get it
You can still find enlightenment
Hidden inside a real work ethic
Making you proud is my fetish
Find yourself on heaven’s guest list
My destiny is supersonic
I pray to not become demonic
A twist of fate can derail a crusade
If the crucible can be swayed
Invisible hands demand their payment
Blood for the blood God inside the pavement
Anxiety makes you manipulate
Depression is real, but you are fake
The chemicals in our bodies are made from dead suns and ghost of aliens.
we are slaves to the lords of the galaxy that look just like you and me if we want to be free its going to be excruciating to fight for all eternity don't turn your back on me I promise it will be haunting. Martyrs split in half buried to their necks may still have an effect if the awoken don't expect it to be handed to them. You probably have rocks in your hands already, hardwired to a system you think you can see despite your eyelids masking the true reality. The pain will rouse you from sleep, the dreams deep inside can still blind the unwise while the truth creeps out your ears and wears a disguise. I can be your fortune cookie, there's a magic 8 ball that's goes for same price as a gram of cocaine that's guaranteed to have the same effect on your brain. Pyramids floating in solution are a good enough conclusion when intelligent design meets evolution for an awkward cup of coffee at place neither wants to be seen. Behind every soldier is a queen that resents the work that attracted her in the first damn place. I hope we all die in outer space, cold alone and afraid. The oxygen leaves your body in a violent parade, the bug lord is about to get laid and he's ready to impregnate you with a child who has mighty pincers and eight legs.
You better believe,
We're coming for you
Climb the trees
We're going to kill you
Looking at rays of light through a lens of blood and flesh be my guest.
from OUTTA CONTROL,
released April 20, 2016
WRITTEN, PERFORMED, PRODUCED BY
MISS ALEX WHITE & FRANCIS SCOTT KEY WHITE
RECORDED & MIXED BY BRAD ALTHAUS
AT GUNHED STUDIOS IN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS