Kombat Songtext
von Dayshell feat. Dropout Kings
Kombat Songtext
I′m feeling I feel come at me
I'm a cocky mothafucka
Bitch, I′m different, now
D.O.K. Dayshell
Gotta brand new style
Feeling so real so clean
Gotta keep it real, gotta keep it clean
But, Imma knock you out, if you step to me
That's facts
Your bullshit (Your bullshit)
It smells familiar
Get the fuck up out my face, better find your hiding place
Reminds me (reminds me)
Of a lie
I've been reminded, never gonna get blindsided
When you′re gone know it′s hard to miss you 'cause you′re artificial
When you're here it becomes an issue ′cause
I'd rather kill you I don′t want to diss you
See I really hate you, but glad I ain't you and rather take you
To the territory where ain't no possible escape route
Like bones and promises how I break you
Lookin′ to the sky like your God ain′t forsake you
Your bullshit (Your bullshit)
It smells familiar
Get the fuck up out my face, better find your hiding place
Reminds me (Reminds me)
Of a lie
I've been reminded, never gonna get blindsided
You came off all wrong (And I ain′t finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I hope you're learning your lesson)
You came off all wrong (And I ain′t finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I feel the snapping of tension)
And what you see is gold
I'm the blood, I′m the sweat, I'm the tears
But above all baby
I'm your fucking nightmare
So just keep running from us
So just keep running from us
The murder premeditated
The suffering delegated
Lack patience elevatin′
Over all of your bodies
The slaughters a hobby
It′s black magic frantic tragic
I trampoline off the hate in your pattern
My presence a hazard
I know that you talk about me, it don't matter
There′s nobody badder
You came off all wrong (And I ain't finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I hope you′re learning your lesson)
You came off all wrong (And I ain't finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I feel the snapping of tension)
You came off all wrong (And I ain′t finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I hope you're learning your lesson)
I'm a cocky mothafucka
Bitch, I′m different, now
D.O.K. Dayshell
Gotta brand new style
Feeling so real so clean
Gotta keep it real, gotta keep it clean
But, Imma knock you out, if you step to me
That's facts
Your bullshit (Your bullshit)
It smells familiar
Get the fuck up out my face, better find your hiding place
Reminds me (reminds me)
Of a lie
I've been reminded, never gonna get blindsided
When you′re gone know it′s hard to miss you 'cause you′re artificial
When you're here it becomes an issue ′cause
I'd rather kill you I don′t want to diss you
See I really hate you, but glad I ain't you and rather take you
To the territory where ain't no possible escape route
Like bones and promises how I break you
Lookin′ to the sky like your God ain′t forsake you
Your bullshit (Your bullshit)
It smells familiar
Get the fuck up out my face, better find your hiding place
Reminds me (Reminds me)
Of a lie
I've been reminded, never gonna get blindsided
You came off all wrong (And I ain′t finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I hope you're learning your lesson)
You came off all wrong (And I ain′t finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I feel the snapping of tension)
And what you see is gold
I'm the blood, I′m the sweat, I'm the tears
But above all baby
I'm your fucking nightmare
So just keep running from us
So just keep running from us
The murder premeditated
The suffering delegated
Lack patience elevatin′
Over all of your bodies
The slaughters a hobby
It′s black magic frantic tragic
I trampoline off the hate in your pattern
My presence a hazard
I know that you talk about me, it don't matter
There′s nobody badder
You came off all wrong (And I ain't finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I hope you′re learning your lesson)
You came off all wrong (And I ain't finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I feel the snapping of tension)
You came off all wrong (And I ain′t finding it easy)
Tombstones we cross off (I hope you're learning your lesson)
Writer(s): Shayley Dayshell Bourget, Adam Lee Ramey, William Edward Iii Lauderdale, Hernandez Hiram Patrick Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
