inkacaine - Killtrend Lyrics

Some may speculate a misgnomered beatoholic is on his way to nothing
But he's on his way to prime
F*ck everything, make no comparising
You punks and you rappers it's time to f*cking die
Influence make the papers go a gray route
And grayed out cocksuckers gray out your stale mouth
Indulge in censorship, hide the truth in mentorship
And feed these trends to these weak ass minds
Feed the for you page with drugs and degeneracy
Make it pop, make it scream idiocracy
Slap it round, slap it all over the news
Make it trans, make it gay, make me stand my point of view
I'll burn the books, I'll burn my phone, I'll burn your house
Try to cancel me I'll burn your f*cking Wi-Fi down
And when I've burned your house I'll ask you where's your studies now?
Where's your studies now?
Killtrend, trend of death
You sadistic f*cks
Killtrend, trend of death
You sadistic f*cks
Killtrend, trend of death
Y'all sadistic f*cks
Yeah I'mma kill trends
Kill trends
Kill your friends
You all must misunderstand the situation
And on you cling to other f*ckers thoughts
Cool cats and hipster hippies is all its needs for recollection
This machine of mass-mind-garbage
The skinny and the fat, yes the druggies and their rats
Yes the skull and bones they grind to nothing
For see this world is mine, it's in my head, it's in my what?
I'm in your head, still I stand strong on my feet
Sometimes in outer space
I realize I have a chain around my neck
But yet I put it there so it's alright
Cause still i fight these weak ass trends that appear
Killtrend, trend of death
You sadistic f*cks
Yeah I'mma kill trends
Kill trends
Kill your friends