BVDLVD - FLATLINE lyrics

Yeah, yeah c-c-chase

What a waste of space
I’m face to face with lames
I took my place as London’s face of rage
Like what the fuck? I’m
Fucking up these punks
They better lock me up before
I cause some fucking trouble
Motherfucker, ain’t the first time
Better call the doctor
'cause I’m shooting for the flatline
Yuh, I’m 'bout to blow, it’s just about time
Better hope you got your digit's
Up 'cause I got mine

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I got mine
Hella feds up in the place
I’m 'bout to cook me up swine
Yuh, I told that rapper keep an
Open mind but that was
Just before I put that bloody
9 between his eyes uh, I’m flippin' tables
Difference to you and me? You in a fable
I’m in that UAV, I got the payload
Cut you with this energy, something from Halo
Yeah, you 'bout to may me be a menace
It’s like I’m schizophrenic
How I’m open to this penance
These voices in my head
They make me be more conscientious
But there’s much more to trap
Metal that acting all pretentious
This shit is factually precious
They practically jealous
It’s like I’m on some crack like a crevice
My throat is infectious
Sending shots and making a racket, no tennis
I’m back with a vengeance
I’m posted with the gang, come and get us
I’m switching flows, no diaerasis, yah

What a waste of space
I’m face to face with lames
I took my place as London’s face of rage
Like what the fuck? I’m
Fucking up these punks
They better lock me up before
I cause some fucking trouble
Motherfucker ain’t the first time
Better call the doctor
'cause I’m shooting for the flatline
Yuh, I’m 'bout to blow, it’s just about time
Better hope you got your digit's
Up 'cause I got mine