Goodsleeper - Throne Ov Rot

{Goodsleeper}

Burden; should've bit
My tongue. Poison in the spit
That I spray out when I'm speakin
Gargle death, I take a sip
I be runnin em to pits
Drop em dead to get a lift;
No more broken little bitch
Behind my back that's talkin shit

Oh no, how dehumanising
The way I get in your psyche
Lookin like he sorta might be
Crumblin to pieces; I believe
He nutty in the mind because
Of my deep hold on thy insight
Behind me I lead mighty fighting
Demons lighting highly

Flammable liquids
On the path of my past
No followers
Thinkin they can pass, we the last
Nightmare. No sleep till I crash
Who cares if we lash out
On the ones who pass out?
Hollow rounds for mass clout;
Shootin, massacre, Massacre
Fuckin dirt turnt to mud
Body served on the curb!
No choke hold, pin em
Make em hurt, till it work!
Stone cold bloody body
Returned to the earth!

{EXTINCT}

Choke hold round my throat
Barely staying afloat
They've got tight grip
That I'm smoking heavy to cope
The way that I be usin'
Lead confusion into my head
Subliminal messaging undressing me
To thinking I'm dead

They re-wired my brain
Into thinking I'm subhuman
Think I found the truth out
Tried to convince me I'm deluding
Never been so much clearer on a thought
This ain't delusion
Maybe I'm just too geeked out
And I don't know what I'm doing
Don't you take my mind away
Got these motherfuckers naggin
Every single day
Screamin' at me inside my head
And I don't know what to say
You think imma give in
No no, no way!

I won't, reciprocate
I'm full of hate
Right now
I can't relate
Touche my fate
Stone cold in the river
Face down, I'm a sinner
With a fucked up liver
Ain't no way that I'm a winner bitch