i wrote a song about what it feels like to wait for your enemy to give you a good enough reason to pull the trigger
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i wrote a song about what it feels like to wait for your enemy to give you a good enough reason to pull the trigger
Lyrics below the cut:
My flow crazy like a bitch pre menopause… pause
*record scratch sound*
Reverse that.
Middle school play, you better rehearse that.
Hearse, I’m gonna put you in a coffin
Dracula style, better not catch you scoffin
rap song title:
i’ve got a tummy full of worms
and a hair full of spiders (yuh)
i don’t feel sick
i don’t feel tired! (yuh)
i wanna be a toad
i wanna be a frog (yuh)
i wanna be the mist
i wanna be the fog (yuh)
for the boat-shoes and hoodies and ironic tees who can't just say hello without getting a squeeze you can keep complimenting the shit out of me hope you know that I know only quitting is free stop searching your name in my mentions this isn't relieving the tension you try coming in hot you already forgot you're not getting a cut of my pension valedictorian, call (you got bored again) I didn't love you enough to take score again took me a second to know I was more, and then looked to my core and saw I was a ten of ten never was down without bleeding a line rulers and rules keep enough of my time I'm not afraid of the things you will say roll over, play dead, I won't tell you to stay I'll keep cashing in bank while you're hugging a decimal keep your mouth shut, at least lower the decibel sure, I know losing me must be regrettable I'm astronomical, you're just forgettable
boy bye
I’m the crazy guy, the lunatic on beat; Sending listeners to Hong Kong with my rap, my tongue technology.
Agust D (Agust D)
Love these prints.
When you say something that freaks people out:
Akira: *holding his phone* Ayyyee, my homie Rire! Can you hit us with a couple of bars?
Rire: Eh, why not. *cleans throat*
Rire: I'm the demon king, you gotta fear me. I'll stalk you until your mind breaks, I won't let you be. I'm the reason why everything inside of you is ripped and torn, I'm the inventor of Tenticle Porn.
Akira: ......... *slowly backs away*
Akira: *thinks* Holy shit, this dude is crazy....