Jedi Mind Tricks - BloodBorn Enemy lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - BloodBorn Enemy lyrics]
"You are really of the Devil
Wait, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement
I'll give you anything you want"
(Cause I gotta kill or be killed
Counter attack)
I am the reverse of Christ i
Am horrible i'm the worst advice
I squeeze coal in my hand and
Then it converts to ice
My whole world is cold blood
It's a serpent's life
I was fighting in Damascus
With a Persian knife
I burn a motherfucker head
I'm in Hell's Kitchen
Fuck a cop, fuck a bitch, fucking Mel Gibson
The new wakata on the street smell different
I was rocking Jordan 7s
While you sell Pippens
Everyone I trust in a box
So talking to y'all is just
Like talking to cops
Call me boxcutter Pazzi cause I
Walk with the ox
And though he ain't here physically
I walk with my pops
Yeah but physically I walk with the Glock
And if an officer is shooting
Then an officer's shot
I'm a fat guinea motherfucker
Walk with a bop
And it ain't never been a question
If he soft or he not
Cause I gotta kill or
Be killed counter-attack
Kill or be killed counter-attack
All I think about is crime
I forgot to buy a valentine
I'm out my motherfucking mind
In a crowded line
Full-time murderer, no time to buy furniture
Rather re-clip burners than clip
Through the circular
Rather be a burglar than flip burgers
Any stitch of work will make
Me wanna commit murder
I am all thugs and drug fiends
Screams and blood streams
Guns that can sink submarines
Clubs and love scenes
Thugs in hot tubs, queens
And umpteens, Vodka, rock of Love
Angels and adversaries, Raspberry Absolut
Hash and grass, V8 splash, passion fruit
Life is a battle
I'm out of sight with dim lighters around
Knife and a frown
Just another night on the town
Endless horrors of manslaughter days in a row
Leave you all dressed up, no place to go
Wait, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement
I'll give you anything you want"
(Cause I gotta kill or be killed
Counter attack)
I am the reverse of Christ i
Am horrible i'm the worst advice
I squeeze coal in my hand and
Then it converts to ice
My whole world is cold blood
It's a serpent's life
I was fighting in Damascus
With a Persian knife
I burn a motherfucker head
I'm in Hell's Kitchen
Fuck a cop, fuck a bitch, fucking Mel Gibson
The new wakata on the street smell different
I was rocking Jordan 7s
While you sell Pippens
Everyone I trust in a box
So talking to y'all is just
Like talking to cops
Call me boxcutter Pazzi cause I
Walk with the ox
And though he ain't here physically
I walk with my pops
Yeah but physically I walk with the Glock
And if an officer is shooting
Then an officer's shot
I'm a fat guinea motherfucker
Walk with a bop
And it ain't never been a question
If he soft or he not
Cause I gotta kill or
Be killed counter-attack
Kill or be killed counter-attack
All I think about is crime
I forgot to buy a valentine
I'm out my motherfucking mind
In a crowded line
Full-time murderer, no time to buy furniture
Rather re-clip burners than clip
Through the circular
Rather be a burglar than flip burgers
Any stitch of work will make
Me wanna commit murder
I am all thugs and drug fiends
Screams and blood streams
Guns that can sink submarines
Clubs and love scenes
Thugs in hot tubs, queens
And umpteens, Vodka, rock of Love
Angels and adversaries, Raspberry Absolut
Hash and grass, V8 splash, passion fruit
Life is a battle
I'm out of sight with dim lighters around
Knife and a frown
Just another night on the town
Endless horrors of manslaughter days in a row
Leave you all dressed up, no place to go