Alexander - Wendigo lyrics
[Alexander - Wendigo lyrics]
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
Y’all thought the Wendigo was a fairytale
‘til you stepped into the woods and got
A tickle off the deadly smell
Coming in my studio’s a stupid mistake
I’m sure the switchblade can help
You losing some weight
You rappers getting cocky
Got so fucking big and dropped
I’ll leave you dead with more hit's
Than the fucking King of Pop
You’ll be swallowing your pride
‘cause if you think that you can battle me:
Intestines hanging out
Like they’re at a social gathering
I’m quiet in public
I don’t need to plot a homicide
You’ll see my silhouette and you’ll
Probably just wanna’ die say my name
It’s Columbine i’ll be letting y’all decide
A rotten mind that’s traumatized
Is where my twisted thoughts reside
Stomping through the woods
Can’t see over the mist
You can smell the smoke
From this soulless abyss
Silent execution headed over a cliff
Killing anyone who thought the
Wendigo was a myth!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
I’m a mutant monster, welcome to the saga
Got the blood of GOATs in
Me like the Chupacabra
Pentagrams and candles lit
I’m dicing fags inside of bags
My title sparks reactions, terror
Twice as bad as ISIS flags
I want to do shows
But I don’t think the Earth’s prepared
I’d end up walking out with
A fucking virgin’s head
Turning heads, literally
Make the fucking surface red
And make a mother fucker wish
They went to church instead!
Wanna’ fuck with the Beast? Go
Ahead and send your soldiers
‘cause I’m taking kidneys out
Turn them to intestine donors doners
"Rock and a hard place"?
(Nah) You’re stuck between a pair of boulders
Acid in your shower gel
Body missing from his head and shoulders
I’ll attack you just for breathing
You’ll get tackled ‘til you’re bleeding
Better watch your fucking mouth before
You rattle up the demon
How could I be so lethal?
Hunger seem so needful?
When I don’t hear, no see
Nor speak no evil?!
I’m the Wendigo, and who is Alex?
I don’t fuck with foolish antics
I came through with gruesome tactics
You could say the dude’s a savage
Something’s got my screws unbalanced
Thoughts are bent, I use Italics
Vaccines might not cause autism
My bat’s gonna’ do some damage
Down the country road, off the meds
With the cigs
Followed to your house, hopped the fence
Split your wigs
Body mutilated and fed to the pigs
Lave a trail of blood from
The Feds to the Pigs!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
Y’all thought the Wendigo was a fairytale
‘til you stepped into the woods and got
A tickle off the deadly smell
Coming in my studio’s a stupid mistake
I’m sure the switchblade can help
You losing some weight
You rappers getting cocky
Got so fucking big and dropped
I’ll leave you dead with more hit's
Than the fucking King of Pop
You’ll be swallowing your pride
‘cause if you think that you can battle me:
Intestines hanging out
Like they’re at a social gathering
I’m quiet in public
I don’t need to plot a homicide
You’ll see my silhouette and you’ll
Probably just wanna’ die say my name
It’s Columbine i’ll be letting y’all decide
A rotten mind that’s traumatized
Is where my twisted thoughts reside
Stomping through the woods
Can’t see over the mist
You can smell the smoke
From this soulless abyss
Silent execution headed over a cliff
Killing anyone who thought the
Wendigo was a myth!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
I’m a mutant monster, welcome to the saga
Got the blood of GOATs in
Me like the Chupacabra
Pentagrams and candles lit
I’m dicing fags inside of bags
My title sparks reactions, terror
Twice as bad as ISIS flags
I want to do shows
But I don’t think the Earth’s prepared
I’d end up walking out with
A fucking virgin’s head
Turning heads, literally
Make the fucking surface red
And make a mother fucker wish
They went to church instead!
Wanna’ fuck with the Beast? Go
Ahead and send your soldiers
‘cause I’m taking kidneys out
Turn them to intestine donors doners
"Rock and a hard place"?
(Nah) You’re stuck between a pair of boulders
Acid in your shower gel
Body missing from his head and shoulders
I’ll attack you just for breathing
You’ll get tackled ‘til you’re bleeding
Better watch your fucking mouth before
You rattle up the demon
How could I be so lethal?
Hunger seem so needful?
When I don’t hear, no see
Nor speak no evil?!
I’m the Wendigo, and who is Alex?
I don’t fuck with foolish antics
I came through with gruesome tactics
You could say the dude’s a savage
Something’s got my screws unbalanced
Thoughts are bent, I use Italics
Vaccines might not cause autism
My bat’s gonna’ do some damage
Down the country road, off the meds
With the cigs
Followed to your house, hopped the fence
Split your wigs
Body mutilated and fed to the pigs
Lave a trail of blood from
The Feds to the Pigs!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!
The Beast lives deep in a cage
You can’t even fathom or envision my rage
(The weather is cold, it’s a desert of snow)
I’m turning to the Wendigo!