[Intro]

The way to get rid of tension is to do just the opposite of all the things that cause it

[Verse 1: Ware-Wolff]

Now what am I now? What could've been

Demons are filling my body with sin

I'm spitting the venom just like I'm a villain

Spilling, fulfilling, and killing I'm willing

Stab at the back and attack it again

I'm restraining my rife and my head when it spins

Collect another bag then I murder more

Bodies are hidden under the floorboards

Just watch me take 'em out, eyes shut now without a doubt

Find out what I'm all about, I'm just about to go all out

I feel I'm really finna kill, on the real with Cinikill

Always kill with the skill just to get the thrill it takes to chill

The cut we need thе sharpest, incision points with markers

I'm digging through your carcass, evil creeps lurk in thе darkness

I bathe in your dead mother with the blood from the others

Another brother now can suffer, getting smothered with its covers

Fuck you and the label and fuck your whole crew

Fuck your producers and anal fuck your bitch too

Lyricism I'm ahead, just enough to phase ya

But what should we expect from the one they call The Gangster?

[Chorus: Cinikill]

Control freak, faggot

You're not fly, you're a maggot

Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic

At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco

When you fart you whistle

The pistol will burn your gristle

Control freak, faggot

You're not fly, you're a maggot

Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic

At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco

When you fart you whistle

The pistol will burn your gristle

[Verse 2: Cinikill]

The Ace of Spades will melt your rotting albino scalp

Doctor Morrow needs help because he's feeling himself

You're pale as fucking hell

Go outside and rebel

Fagattoid, you're a pervert and everybody can tell

Tagging pre-teens in photos, all your stalkers are homos

Dispose of Bototo's that probably were shipped to go-gos

Everybody is lying about your graphic design

After you hear this verse then commit suicide

I'm wondering what you're watching, you're weirder the Liberace

Rocking purple Versace, mobbing it in your Audi

Cock circus is the purpose that record labels don't purchase

More like pastrami curtains, you're Bambi fucking with serpents

So smile at the Belial thats forcing you in denial

You call yourself [friend trap?], it's more like a caca pile

So quench my liquid stench, it makes your music intense

Yo, Ware-Wolff, slap this bitch and teach him some self-defense

[Chorus: Cinikill]

Control freak, faggot

You're not fly, you're a maggot

Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic

At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco

When you fart you whistle

The pistol will burn your gristle

Control freak, faggot

You're not fly, you're a maggot

Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic

At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco

When you fart you whistle

The pistol will burn your gristle

[Outro: Cinikill]

Gristle

Fucking, fucking cock circus

You're fucking wack

You need to go smoke some crack

I can't believe you

On the fucking computer all day

You can't wait for that shit

You can't wait to go home and type