Drop Dead versuri

Drop Dead lyrics by akumikai

Intro
Well
I think all started back when I was ten
I had these urges
To kill, to maim, to murder
These irredeemable acts
I enjoyed the fantasizing
But eventually
Fantasizing didn’t feel like enough

Hook
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get

Verse 1
I want to make them drop dead
But I never action
I want some axes, I want a hatchet
I want to get all those things and go batshit
Kill all those faggots who wouldn’t accept me
I needed a pep talk, no, not a machete
But now, I will go on and slash at your head, see
Yeah, see how you like it, you motherfuck’ deadbeat
No one accepts me, not even me
Only that MJ, yeah, only that green
But I want red, that’s what I see in my dreams
Where I’m feasting on fetus and kings
That’s what I mean, do you see me?
Am I as fake as my fuckin’ ID?
Am I as fake as that fuckin’ guy sees?
Before I choke him and make that bitch bleed?
Or I just pass him and keep on my thing
I just don’t know if I wanna commit
All of these crimes that I get in my head
All of these bullets with names etched in them
All of this hate, all of this greed
Could it be me? It couldn’t be
I am a saint, I am a god
I am a demon that feasts on your dreams, fuck!

Hook
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get

Verse 2
I want to make them drop dead
Sorry, I’m pleading
I wanna feast and I wanna eat them
But I cannot ‘cause all the law’s thesis
Why do we need this breathin’ trash?
When I can make ‘em fuckin’ scream and dash
Dump ‘em off the fuckin’ overpass
Blast some music not to hear the crash
But all these lawman said it’s bad, so I guess it is
I just wanna wreck some settlements
And get head from a kettle bitch
What? Shit, I’m high as an F1
Plus, I want a fuckin’ F1
Or two, or maybe extra
Mainly, I just want wreck something
Maybe you could help me?
I don’t know your name, so tell me
How about you talk instead
Of listenin’ and fuckin’ help me?
Oh, I know what you gon’ tell me
Get a professional, maybe he’d help, see
I am so lost in this awe
From this world that I saw when I dropped
All that acid inside of my jaw
Just tell your name
Just tell me

Hook
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get
I want to make them drop dead
Cop all their info and walk it
I want a wallet in pocket
Full of some IDs I not get

Outro
Are you gonna fuckin’ tell me or not?
I’m Zack Maddox