Kyd - Fetten Neil Lyrics

My subject matter can be cut with your weekend coke
Sneak in those noses just to grow quick to a lethal dose
Stoking a kid's hypnosis till they're sleeping slow
Prey on naive till they're fainting and dry heave and choke
Find traces of me in addict's vomit
Turn their mind state to a fried egg and catatonic
Effects surpassing chronic, not less than that, I promise
You see some more premature epitaphs and coffins
In the systems of packs of fiends
In front of Mac's convenience
Cracked and weeded, blackened teeth
And no stacks for eating, havoc wreaking
With their comrades too far gone past the see wins
Turn bastions of prosperity to trash bins
A surge happened, they're lost, buried deep
In the dark trenches, antsy on park benches
Another gram of me as their family's heart wrenches
And so it goes, this horror show
It's been told, we reap what we sow
The world is cold
Get a dose of me as you doze to sleep
I'm Satan's mix, taking this to where it's supposed to be
Yeah, where it's supposed to be
Yeah, where it's supposed to be
It's been truly bizarre
How the mix of me and lean sipping and roofies go hard
Pace quickened how our base shifting routines of bars
They replaced the Kool G's and made the Pookie's the stars
The youth being scarred from afar
See their favorite rappers killed
Seek alleviation but meet their fates in packs of pills
Coming up for the scene to fade to black but still
My body count amounts to gaining mass appeal
Illuminator of the game's ruthless nature
I'm fatal but for labels, I do them favors
Had fame but lad's names never had weight
Until I killed them, brought the bills and millions to their estate
And there I made them icons at the height
Of the genre in light of them being gone since my type's
Fix, they submit as insomnia strikes
When they're caught in a hype of their persona for mics
And so it goes, this is horror show
It's been told, we reap what we sow
The world is cold
Get a dose of me as you doze to sleep
I'm Satan's mix, taking this to where it's supposed to be
Yeah, where it's supposed to be
Yeah, where it's supposed to be
Truth is I caused this, the blue lips on this ex-convict
I'm bottled on his desk watching
Detectives inspect all his
Possessions, they all suspecting an op who was stressed, plotted
To direct Austin to the next coffin
He was less cautious and made threats often
But it was me, he was just crestfallen
Trying to fix his life, I was kryptonite and death called him
Thoughts are in conflict, I've preyed over
Those who try to stay sober
Now they lie in graves colder
Bipolar, usually feeling no guilt
For eulogies, just shoot to see the thrill of the kill
For real, gargantuan, no small tantrum
I'm Charles Manson from advancements of Paul Janssens
I'm rancid, what your mother's doctor prescribe
Dig a hole, they didn't know that I'd cost them their lives
And so we go, this horror show
It's been told, we reap what we sow
The world is cold
Get a dose of me as you doze to sleep
I'm Satan's mix, taking this to where it's supposed to be
Yeah, where it's supposed to be
Yeah, where it's supposed to be