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Ethan Ross - WAY2MAN1C lyrics

Artist: Ethan Ross

album: WAY2MAN1C


Do you wanna die, tell me do you wanna die? (DIE!)
I bang my head into the wall about a hundred times (DIE!)
You feel these rusty knives in your stomach like butterflies (DIE!)
I'm using violence because I ran out of drugs to try (DIE!)
(UGH!)
Crush your skull with my palms
I ain't ever been calm
Motherfucker, better know that it's on
My whole head gonna explode, shattered and blown
I can't contain it no more, too far gone
Fuck, holy shit
I'm way too manic for this nonsense
I don't have no conscience, I'm violent and monstrous
I got some bread that is on me
All of you broke motherfuckers be honest
Why you flexing like you got it?
We don't believe you, from here on out that shit is stopping
(BITCH!)
Hop out the whip, I'm beating your ass
I do not care, no I did not ask
Somebody's throat is going to get slashed
Not mine, y'all be safe, my bad
Talking your shit but you too egotistical
You too sensitive when I've been critical
I can tell that you're so fucking miserable
I can tell that you're nothing original
Roughing your bitch up, I feel like I'm Mick Foley
Have her go up and down on the dick slowly
Motherfuckers won't step, they tip-toeing
I'm a field full of landmines, bitch, blow me
(Boom!)
Gotta blast, now the guts scattered
I do not give a fuck, I would much rather
Cut the chatter, leave you in the dust battered
Get stomped on the floor like a gum wrapper (DIE!)
I don't wanna do any business (DIE!)
Ima murder you dumbfounded dipshits (DIE!)
And I don't want help, I want vengeance
I might even give you chance for repentance
Fucked up, now I be imagining things that
Don't happen, but I be like "fuck it", I swing fists
I'm batshit, really got my head in the anguish
The sadness, getting drowned-out when I bang shit
Bitch, I be going all over the map
These lil boys couldn't even get over the fact
Got a pandora's box, now I be opening that
Pop another addy, now the vision is going to black
Fuck, holy shit
I'm way too manic for this nonsense
I don't have no conscience, I'm violent and monstrous
I got some bread that is on me
All of you broke motherfuckers be honest
Why you flexing like you got it?
We don't believe you, from here on out that shit is stopping
(BITCH!)
I be on the farm and I be chilling with the cattle
Bitch, if y'all ain't talking money Ima tell you to skedaddle
I don't fuck with pigs, this the mud, we 'bout to wrassle
I got two guns, bitch, I ain't running from no battle
I think all you motherfuckers boring, I can't take this shit
I can't sit still for more than a few seconds, I start breaking shit
I scream "fuck the world", I hit it hard, I told her "take this dick"
I know I got some problems, but it's okay because they make me rich

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