ZEMIA Lyrics

Grin in the cut yeah

Grin in a rut

Got knifes for a pussy motherfucker try'na front

Sick to the bone my head coverd in blood

I don't lock eyes, walk up and make him drop

Blade flips out my brain filled with adrenalin

Heads on fire, no pain, took some amphetamin

Drugs circulate persuade my nervous system

Can't stop, never enough, I'm on a mission

To put a fuckboy right back in his place

If you don't see the mask you will never come back

Try to act hard took his soul in a bag

Cut the head clean of, while I'm working I laugh

Oh son

I don't give no fucks 'bout no one

Long gun put in your mouth

And that's the whole fun

Hold up, pussyboy

Lock down your whole town

Knock, knock bitch

It's a SWAT team with loadout

All I ever think about is pain inside my head

And I'll be glad to be the first to lay my ass inside a grave

Got no regrets

I only make amends with the cards that I've been dealt

I found my lane

Get in the way

And you will never speak again

I'm stuck in the mud

Everythings fucked

Running out of luck

Feel my conscious slipping up

Paranoia creepin'

So keep my safety tucked

At least the dope is good so

I don't give a fuck

Holy moly

When the lights go roly poly

What I see is only bodies rotting slowly

Kill 'em like a oni

Bitch you never fucking ever known me

They be sippin' on that codeine

They be trippin' on that molly

And I be ripping out that body

Come and show me

Eyes all red and smoky

We don't keep it low key

Keeping their vision foggy

To the point they no more hoping

We don't do it sloppy

Slice em down all blocky

Like I'm Ramsay's copy

Bitch you ain't my homie

Face all bloody

It's my fucking hobby

Left, right

Left, right

Always got my grip tight

Come and show me what you got

I stun 'em with an uppercut

A blood fight, all night

Got'cha in my eyesight

Never have enough

I'm dragging 'em down until their souls are shut

See us running in the distance

Infinite persistence

Making deep cuts into your existance

Feast on their fear fueling up our system

Locked on the target with the barrel

Never miss them

Swingin the blade, going insane

Smelling the fear let me come have a taste

Smokin the blunt, roll it again

Lost who I am I got mud in my veins

Hop in the whip, pushing the grit

Driving so fast I'm escaping my fate

Too many ways to end in your grave

Kados the menace right up in your face