| "sXe" | |
| [Dark Psyde] this is for them kids that mark themselves with the X's hating on us, who paint our faces with the hexes don't get me wrong though i love me a straight edge but that's the edge of my blade inside your forehead i don't do drugs but i'm addicted to the wicked shit keep it underground and i ain't never gonna fuckin quit so take a hit off my lyrical narcotics see my rhymes get your hooked just like that uptown chronic it's ironic, how you mother fuckers claim punk you use that word again you're gonna wind up in my trunk why ya scared, of the advisory label? you sayin we're evil but yo we just turnin fables on your views your ways, and unclouded minds but you're like a flock of sheep where the blind lead the blind so go ahead and run scared, let that mascara run you'd better run quick before you're hit with a gun listen up kiddies cuz this threat ain't minor you wanna beat my ass because i carry a lighter, so? shut the fuck up go back to hot topic i'm about to burn your ass like a hot pocket i'm taking S X E back to S E X after this track i'm gonna go and fuck your girly next ima show her how a real punk rocker does it i don't know why you're cryin man, cuz it ain't gonna change nothin man, you still suck us scrubs gettin paid makin fat bucks fuck your band, man, what the fuck ya gonna do when ya gonna learn that rap is not afraid of you this trap is thought out, this ain't no fuckin simple plan our music's for them rockers who don't give a damn about relationships and writing sensitive lyrics and fuck ya'll kids who actually wanna hear it [Marked Soldier] i smoke weed, that's all you need to know to classify me as a deviant, sayin i'm addicted to my green and shit straight and narrow, but i never walk a straight line you fuck with me and you'll be feeling the effects of severed brake lines i keep on drinkin and i still fly it ain't inhibitin my skills, why? oh it's cuz i ain't a fuckin stupid little pussy like you believing shit you read on freevibe, just listen, is it true? are my brain cells dying? am i taking the path of ryan taylor and frying my spine with morphine and cheap wine? it ain't about being alone in the world like you guys i get high cuz it inspires writing new rhymes did you cry cuz a family member croaked after huffin paint thinner or puffin the weed smoke? i think it's the first, but yo the latter is the best it's a quest for me and mine to fuck around and cause you stress i never fucked with meth, coke, or X cuz it reminds me of the X's on your hands and playin chess little nerdy birdie bitches with patches up on your clothes writing poems about roses and going to all the emo shows i know you're popular at school, a real leader you might know folks at PETA, but my flow's eliter you see the way i burned you like a lighter with my lyrical ether? you just a motha fuckin fake like john titor. [chorus] there was a genre that's not so punk and emo was it's name-o fuck - you - S - X - E fuck - you - S - X - E fuck - you - S - X - E, and straight edge be some lame hoes x2 | |