SYSTEMFAILURE!

[Intro]
Uh, good mornin'
I just woke up
It is currently 6.. PM in the afternoon
It's not, its like 6:03 but it says 6:05, yeah

Hi hello
My Names Svicide and I just woke up
Tired of these rappers always claiming that they know punk
You don't, uh
Claiming Svicide will leave you stuck up
With bullets over your body
Aye, Aye, ok like run up
You don't got the guts to run up on me in the pit
Cause this Glock will hit your body leave you leaking from the ribs
Hey! That's it!
Imma leave his body on the curb
Imma leave his body geekin, screamin that his body hurt
That's it, Please break, I'm done, my face, I'm done, my soul, I'm done, I Achel, I'm done, I'm done
Somebody please come in da booth and shut this guy up!

And now for our friendly reminder, that if you don't like me
You can suck my fucking balls

We totin desert eagles, aim it at your skull
We shooting shots at your body
Liver is riddled with holes, he tried to pop but he froze
Oh No
Turn into a Monster when we hoppin in the moshpit
Spittin on yo grave while I be pissin on yo coffin

What was I supposed to think
I take Acid to indulge, so why should I decide to breathe
I should try to make em bleed and Crash
Haters wait for me to pass
Happy Under Vengence when I'm finished leave em leakin fast
Y'all yellow like Barry Benson no wonder you buggin
Totin clips like its call of duty so you know that we rushin
We mash his face in a muddy mess lil vrotti been munchin
Up on the curb we stomp his head in now he missing a dozen OK!
Like what did he say?
Leave his face wit major pain
Leavin em leakin in da paint
Bloody red like ichor vains
Burning blunts on my skin
Funny I can't feel a thing
Metal rods like Frankenstein electroshock cause I'm insane

Taking all these pills just to cope with my problems
Serotonin for my brain I know this illness is calming
Know my mama say she love me, hope I don't break my promise
Devil on my shoulder feed me lies I can't stop em

Luger on my hip, I feel like bayblade let it rip
Pull up talking shit, he ain't leavin wit his ribs
Get the bag then I dip, he ain't blood he ain't crip
You my son, think you a jit, bet he cool but he can't sip
This is where I scream

[Screams]

That's why people call me *BEEP*