Song Description
Written while I decided to put my rage to the page.
| Song Length |
2:49 |
Genre |
Rap - Gangsta, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Fuming, Furious |
| Subject |
Existence, Sanity/Insanity |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Flat Lined
Antoin coming at you with terminal rage!
"FUCK YOU!" Is how I'm going to set this stage
I'm so sick and tired of dealing with all your shit
I'm so sick and tired because your incompetence caused this shit
Lying just to meet your own selfish needs
Dying is the result to me of your selfish deeds
You're a useless cunt so fuck you!
All I can say because nothing is all you can fucking do
Nothing is what you are capable of
Nothing is now what I'm living off
Living is a kind way to put it
Surviving is how I'm always fucking doing it
I may seem like the fucking loser who has accomplished fuck all
That isn't true as your only accomplished because you fuck all
Normally I'd be one of the corpses that is your doing, in the rot
I'm ready to make you the next corpse with a fucking headshot
Nothing to lose anymore thanks to nothing ever done for me
Nothing to gain because of everything that has been done to me
I'm not being selfish, self-absorbed and moaning like a little bitch
Harsh truth is that your selfish, self-absorbed and deserve put in a ditch
An anomaly and I am labelled diss abled to ever work
The anomaly being the causality of you bunch of diss abled cunts who never work
Incompetent is a compliment
Negligent as your unintelligent
Dead is what your paid
Basic rights you get when your basic wrong
I'm always right but live without basics because your fucking basic and wrong
I just want to lose my mind and end up in your mindless self-delusion
Impossibility with my mental capacity that I'm forever an exclusion
Society can go and fuck!
Nuke each other to extinction with some luck
Luck unfortunately is my repelling force
Universe's credit is the only logical source
Hyper-gravity of the situation is fucking dire
I've tried to be on your level living life a fucking liar
Can't happen
Won't happen
That level of brain dead I just can't tap in
My mentality too strong but my exterior is cracking
If only I wasn't self-aware then your skulls I'd be fucking hacking
Literally, of course, with a cleaving axe
Computer literacy, your stupidity I've already done the hi-jacks
Nothing useful reiterates the nothing useful in your brain
A paradoxical dilemma for me as I want but can't go insane
I may be reduced to nothing that I don't even exist
I'm still managing to hold on in a manner of subsist
If there ever comes a day that my mental state has a twist
Nobody is safe as I don't discriminate who will be on my hit list
This is not a usual lyrical set that is complex and where your dissed
Antoin is getting closer to the edge where feeding these thoughts may invoke my drive to not desist
Never can we coexist
You made it clear with the lack of assist
My hunger is growing I'm ready to feast
On what's left when I make you deceased
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