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Vanilla Paste (feat. Garett Hood, AJ Channe & Tom Barber)

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[Justin Bonitz]
I said I'm never living like this
Here we go, heat the knife
Maybe end up dead
Notice, everyone’s a little red

Could it be? Could it be?
Could it be that you faked it just to push a narrative?
Hide your kids, hide your wife
I'm about to play God

I’ve made a lot of enemies
And I want their heads

Eat up!
Oh, here comes another full-course meal
You’ll be fine

[Garett Hood (Guerilla Warfare)]
Eat it up

Playin’ God, I'ma’ act a heathen
The bastard child and the non-believer
I ain’t gonna’ lie; I get mad, but then I get even

But I keep it'a movin’
Bobbin’ and weavin’
You can’t touch me
I'm a slugger swingin’ - I stay on my king shit
Louisville City made like an Ali hit
I see you through the screen, seethin’

I can’t stand how you still on that poor, pitiful me bit
They say success is the best revenge
But honestly, I still wish that you’d stop fuckin’ breathin’

You're bitter bitchin’ but I'm back and better
Yeah, some shoot to kill, now I'm aimin' to maim ‘em to death
Done shovelin’ shit; you can go shove this here, bitch

[Justin Bonitz]
I’ve gotten used to shoveling crap
Hide your kids, hide your wife
I'm about to play God

If I gave you wiggle-room
Would you make amends?

Eat up
Oh, here comes another full-course meal
You’ll be fine
'Cause dead men don’t vomit

And you’ve all come so damn far
There’s no need to call a cab back home
You’ll be fine

[AJ Channer (Fire From The Gods)]
Tell them again
They think I'm breaking in silence
I'm just contemplating violence

So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all of this hatred
Can’t take all the noise
I make the choice
When all I have is my fucking voice

By now, you should know
That I’ve had enough of your boot on my neck
I’ve had enough

[AJ Channer, Justin Bonitz]
Well, I find myself sitting in the corner
Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like)
Through these eyes (Through these eyes)

Well, I can’t imagine Heaven looks any different
From the Hell that’s our life (That's our life)
Our life

So sick of pain
Sick of the paranoia
Sick of the rage
Sick of looking in the mirror

Seeing myself, a man-made horror
Horror

[Justin Bonitz]
Like a fly, you’re so full of shit
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red and so full of shit

Crippled, corrupt, that’s all they are
But wait, you’ll get what your heart cried for

Eat up
Oh, here comes another full-course meal
You’ll be fine
'Cause dead men don’t vomit

And you’ve all come so damn far
There’s no need to call a cab back home (There's no need to call a cab back home)
You’ll be fine

Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red
Until they show how they feel

Feel

[Tom Barber (Darko/Chelsea Grin)]
Spew

I spew forth blades
Just to get ‘em out
Just to get ‘em out
Just to get ‘em out

I know it’s for the better if you just step aside
Retching, pleading
Trying to spit up what I'm holding deep inside

Are you famished?
Are you famished?
Are you famished?

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