Cyclone 歌词

Hopped up outta my grave R.I.P. is on my stone Thanks to you I'm awake Welcome me back to my home They don't want me alive I can handle it all on my own You got me twisted like a sike Got me twisted like a cyclone Death to fools and deluders All of whom is translucent I find ruins amusing I'm a noose to a nuisance Who is lost in translation? And who is causing confusion? You are not Confucius n*gga you just confusing The worst type, the cursed type, who blurs lines Birdlike, who blurt lies at the worst time Don't make me open up the flood gates That's how the world ended the first time Feminazis so selfish Keep your hands to yourself, b*tch Or else, b*tch You'll find out what or else is I'm no raging psycho And it's no phase or cycle f*cking A, don't care what they say You can call it hate, I'm right though I ain't telling your priest sh*t You ain't God have a seat, b*tch Roll out bumping some 3-6 See you at the next eclipse