Slaine - Say I Was Slaine lyrics

That was just fucking me up
Come on now, you know my motherfucking name
Slaine yeah, nobody in this motherfucking
City can touch me
Nobody in this motherfucking country
Can touch me
Nobody in this motherfucking earth
Can touch me yeah, lyrical murder come on

You pushed my buttons so here comes
(Slaine) the nuclear man
I'm wolf in sheep's clothing
A shepherd with Lucifer's lambs
You're too stupid to stand under
Understand the pieces of a mad puzzle
With ice in his eyes heat in his hands
Gears turning like clockwork
In my head counting each breath
Death's a complex girl, how can I not flirt?
Life's a bitch though death still
Hasn't took me yet
But, I'm talking with her and I
Think I got her pussy wet
As long as I'm alive I'll
Personify a lust for life agony and anger
Danger every time I touch the mic
I muster might to fight
Swinging bats and busting pipes
Broken glass
Fallen angels holding dope in open bags
This whole culture's bad
I am just a product of it
How can you hate on me
Homie? You know you gotta love it
From Dorchester to Mission
Southie to Rottendale
People listen to me and they
Love the oxycontin tales

Tell me, what's my name, mommy? (Slaine)
How will the game find me?
One day laying in the rain with
All the pain behind me
They say you manifest the
Words that you speak
Then it becomes real so until I'm murdered
Deceased i'm a spit fire at you
And curse from a throat
On the edge of bursting with
Every verse that I wrote
I tempted the fates, created the drugs
They say I'm insane so when they
Ask you who I was just say I was Slaine

I'm the motherfucking rage of the renegade
The face the enemy
The temper of an alcoholic wasted on Hennessy
They eyes of a barking dog
The soldier at war
I'm the white man, the devil man
I told you before the promoter of gore
Horror that's sold in the store
Got a God-given rhythm, kid
I know what it's for
It's for pissing off the system
While I'm holding my balls
But this is just another rhyme that
I wrote on my walls
I lived the life that I depicted
That of the trife and wicked
The graphic, gruesome, and grisly
The shiesty, icy, and vicious
Drug addicted inflicted with remnants
Of social law
Born in my scorn spread through the
Phlegm in my vocal cords
My mornings are torn
Visions of dawn colliding with night
My soul at odds with it'self
Too divided to fight
I wave a gun at the government
With the flag in my face
Point a pistol at the president
The faggot's erased

Tell me, what's my name, mommy? (Slaine)
How will the game find me?
One day laying in the rain with
All the pain behind me
They say you manifest the
Words that you speak
Then it becomes real so until I'm murdered
Deceased i'm a spit fire at you
And curse from a throat
On the edge of bursting with
Every verse that I wrote
I tempted the fates, created the drugs
They say I'm insane so when they
Ask you who I was just say I was Slaine