MaskMyDemons, Sxreph, VEINN - MANIC Lyrics

They ask where I work now
I've been making music
24/7 writing lyrics
Words inside my head
I said I feel it
I've been in the crowd
You feel my verse
I've been down inside the dirt
Don't you see me at my worst
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith and Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting
You're washed up
You don't take no showers
I've been here for literally
Thousands of hours
Let me step all over you
Let me show you your flaws
Let me build a tower with them
Let me show you you're nothing
Let me show you you're nothing
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting
Been writing on the page
No i never catch a break
I've been scattered for some change
Writing for all of my days
No I never get any pay
Going manic in my brain
Don't you say that I'm insane
Ten toes down you don't really wanna touch me
Gotta hose down all the blood off of my feet
When I mow down every motherfucker near me
Bitch I'm low down I ain't felt shit in a week
Automatic with the static
Popping pills like I'm an addict
Bloody leaking through the fabric
Cutting up inside the attic
Bitch I'm chucky I'm a doll
Bloody leaves in the fall
Stacking bodies ten tall
Catch me dying in the hall
They ask where I work now
I've been making music
24/7 writing lyrics
Words inside my head
I said I feel it
I've been in the crowd
Talkin down on me
Bitch you wanna fight me
Firing these shots
Shoot em with a fuckin 90
Cleaning up your blood
With a dirty fuckin raggy
Stop your fuckin dripping
Because it just excites me
Kick your lips
Leave the blood there to drip
Leave a kiss on her head
And a gun on my hip
I got rocks in my nose
And a blade to my neck
But you don't see me bitching
When I get my fucking check
They ask where I work now
I've been making music
24/7 writing lyrics
Words inside my head
I said I feel it
I've been in the crowd
You feel my verse
I've been down inside the dirt
Don't you see me at my worst
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting

They ask where I work now
I've been making music
24/7 writing lyrics
Words inside my head
I said I feel it
I've been in the crowd
You feel my verse
I've been down inside the dirt
Don't you see me at my worst
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith and Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting
You're washed up
You don't take no showers
I've been here for literally
Thousands of hours
Let me step all over you
Let me show you your flaws
Let me build a tower with them
Let me show you you're nothing
Let me show you you're nothing
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting
Been writing on the page
No i never catch a break
I've been scattered for some change
Writing for all of my days
No I never get any pay
Going manic in my brain
Don't you say that I'm insane
Ten toes down you don't really wanna touch me
Gotta hose down all the blood off of my feet
When I mow down every motherfucker near me
Bitch I'm low down I ain't felt shit in a week
Automatic with the static
Popping pills like I'm an addict
Bloody leaking through the fabric
Cutting up inside the attic
Bitch I'm chucky I'm a doll
Bloody leaves in the fall
Stacking bodies ten tall
Catch me dying in the hall
They ask where I work now
I've been making music
24/7 writing lyrics
Words inside my head
I said I feel it
I've been in the crowd
Talkin down on me
Bitch you wanna fight me
Firing these shots
Shoot em with a fuckin 90
Cleaning up your blood
With a dirty fuckin raggy
Stop your fuckin dripping
Because it just excites me
Kick your lips
Leave the blood there to drip
Leave a kiss on her head
And a gun on my hip
I got rocks in my nose
And a blade to my neck
But you don't see me bitching
When I get my fucking check
They ask where I work now
I've been making music
24/7 writing lyrics
Words inside my head
I said I feel it
I've been in the crowd
You feel my verse
I've been down inside the dirt
Don't you see me at my worst
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting
Talking down on me
You're about to go missing
Firing these shots
Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson
Cleaning up the blood
From your body
Stop your dripping
Don't care about the money
Or the checks you're getting