Song Writer: Emil Evnell
Singer: Emil Evnell
Copyright © 2011 Evnell. All rights reserved
You think I'm stuck in a cube
That's just word's from Critical losers
Compressed down in a tube
They just spread rumors cause I'm boosted some few more,
New junior's to make 'em go wild lyrical way
Look forward in their future, hey, there's nothing you can say {Okay}
About it, only doubt my spit's, why not just knock me out of it fast
Split the liters in the Gas Can all over my ass
Tell me that my last song on the CD you catched wrong
Explain for me that you're sorry cause you
blasted it over to the morass forest
Later on the fairies got curious
repeated the chorus, refreshed theire lust
Cause they think my song's are really gorgeous
admit it, you just jealous
Cause my vocabulary are endless
like this fucking earth, down to the crust
Which for me is a must
to reach before I downgrades to a boring bust
I'm just in a little hurry, no worry
there's much I'd like to say to these haters
Ehm, Fuck off, see ya later {Give me back my necklace}
Why did he created me almost neckless?
I think that's very... reckless
How come the first part of a song are this easy to write
I beg for the helpless brutes at the edge
God most've been dextrous
ahh fuck it, I guess it's the best for us
So let us beg for a better odds
[Chorus]
[Verse II]
My writing sytem isn't just something you will figure out
It's my symptom from being a victim since I saying sick terms
I Dictum out my wisdom, these little bitter kid's literally make's me sick
Cause of all the whacked things they think
their thought's stinks
Some kind of aura surrounds me like a wall
I can't get out of it even though I'm tall
the ground chips, that's the call
That the walls shrinks
the word's my lips said before kick's then syncs me back
Like karma just hit my fucking back
for all the lines I done expressed that I've been depressed
All I ever tryed to do was to impress on you lunatics, the truth
I been a infect on you, still fine, you pressed the button
I bailed out [Foot's steps running] You failed, I'm gone out
I still won't get backfire for molested your time
All I ever tryed to do was to investigate
what you punks got on your mind [Nothing]
It's nothing!
[Chorus]
[Verse II]
I ask myself why I am doing all these crazy thing's backward
The bashes on my closeminded brain, cell's gone dust
Now akwarded,This king done, Just a stupid, cupid mutt
Does it work to cure it? You can't
this mirror showing me the beauty, while I ain't [Ohh]
"This suit make's me look smaller, I am, I eating fruits"
he-he, fucking mirror {Crash}Anyway
Nowaday's I am following a route I build up to get there safe
With a belt holding me back if I fall down
back to the shit I already dealt with
Got some life-lines I can take If I ever need help
But I keep doing it myself, yeah
It's sick, my life is actually this ridiculous, it is
is it because I got a disease which nobody sees?
or am I just to blind to release it?
Let's have a relapse
perhaps I get's back to my mother's womb sac [Arrgh]
You fucks will faith me as soon as I show ya
Living this ain't a "piece of cake"
Believing on shit, in this case something's holding me awake like
I wish my dad used a condom, now It's too late [damn]
[Chorus]
Short story by Evnell
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Written on 2011-07-06 at 17:14
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Singer: Emil Evnell
Copyright © 2011 Evnell. All rights reserved
Untitled Song
[Verse II]You think I'm stuck in a cube
That's just word's from Critical losers
Compressed down in a tube
They just spread rumors cause I'm boosted some few more,
New junior's to make 'em go wild lyrical way
Look forward in their future, hey, there's nothing you can say {Okay}
About it, only doubt my spit's, why not just knock me out of it fast
Split the liters in the Gas Can all over my ass
Tell me that my last song on the CD you catched wrong
Explain for me that you're sorry cause you
blasted it over to the morass forest
Later on the fairies got curious
repeated the chorus, refreshed theire lust
Cause they think my song's are really gorgeous
admit it, you just jealous
Cause my vocabulary are endless
like this fucking earth, down to the crust
Which for me is a must
to reach before I downgrades to a boring bust
I'm just in a little hurry, no worry
there's much I'd like to say to these haters
Ehm, Fuck off, see ya later {Give me back my necklace}
Why did he created me almost neckless?
I think that's very... reckless
How come the first part of a song are this easy to write
I beg for the helpless brutes at the edge
God most've been dextrous
ahh fuck it, I guess it's the best for us
So let us beg for a better odds
[Chorus]
[Verse II]
My writing sytem isn't just something you will figure out
It's my symptom from being a victim since I saying sick terms
I Dictum out my wisdom, these little bitter kid's literally make's me sick
Cause of all the whacked things they think
their thought's stinks
Some kind of aura surrounds me like a wall
I can't get out of it even though I'm tall
the ground chips, that's the call
That the walls shrinks
the word's my lips said before kick's then syncs me back
Like karma just hit my fucking back
for all the lines I done expressed that I've been depressed
All I ever tryed to do was to impress on you lunatics, the truth
I been a infect on you, still fine, you pressed the button
I bailed out [Foot's steps running] You failed, I'm gone out
I still won't get backfire for molested your time
All I ever tryed to do was to investigate
what you punks got on your mind [Nothing]
It's nothing!
[Chorus]
[Verse II]
I ask myself why I am doing all these crazy thing's backward
The bashes on my closeminded brain, cell's gone dust
Now akwarded,This king done, Just a stupid, cupid mutt
Does it work to cure it? You can't
this mirror showing me the beauty, while I ain't [Ohh]
"This suit make's me look smaller, I am, I eating fruits"
he-he, fucking mirror {Crash}Anyway
Nowaday's I am following a route I build up to get there safe
With a belt holding me back if I fall down
back to the shit I already dealt with
Got some life-lines I can take If I ever need help
But I keep doing it myself, yeah
It's sick, my life is actually this ridiculous, it is
is it because I got a disease which nobody sees?
or am I just to blind to release it?
Let's have a relapse
perhaps I get's back to my mother's womb sac [Arrgh]
You fucks will faith me as soon as I show ya
Living this ain't a "piece of cake"
Believing on shit, in this case something's holding me awake like
I wish my dad used a condom, now It's too late [damn]
[Chorus]
Short story by Evnell
Read 458 times
Written on 2011-07-06 at 17:14
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