XHELLCOR - Collapse Lyrics

Hell on earth

Yea
Verge of collapse
Men ready for war
Marine corps leaders orders
Break in door, going full bore
Guns waving
Yellin get on the floor
Green berets all days
Bodies coming ashore
World going loco
Postal nukes be close yo
Nose for the lies
Growing going Pinocchio
Shit so adrift gettin lit in Tokyo
Coco dope dope flow by the boatload
Uh, went so high
Bro broke my eye
Nowhere to hide
My guy don't fuck with god
Rose from the ashes
Bastion of fascist bastards
Crack a couple caps close the casket
Go harder
Kill me, trill a martyr
Kid smarter
Highbrow bars
A scholar
So who, think they want it with me?
Talk real tough but look so wimpy
Chalk it up to keepin ya Bentley
Never cease been unleashed
Long reach ya sense me
No fear, Scott
Got a higher gear
Thank god ma
Da gun wasn't near
It's okay now Mama
Cause I got this shit
Got to spit slim thick
And she coppin dick
Pac with this
No more pain
Bop to this
Rock with this
On top and her tits be floppin
Real loud, we ain't stoppin
Smoke cloud, neighbors knockin
Sex this good shit be getting toxic
X flex with the pen, you obsessed with optics
Born writer
Mel Kiper
I'm nicer
4:4 with da 40
40/40 I'll swipe
Ya, swag bag
Why would I bite ya?
Night night
My rhymes are just tighter

Yea whatcha wanna know?
How I got l here or who I keep close?
Gotta top peers, gotta be the goat
Tightness in my chest and my throat
So yea, this is how it goes
I guess this the path I chose
I can't get past these lows
Took my body won't get my soul
Oh no

I'ma be around
I'ma be ima be ima be
Loud
Proud
You will never take me down
Click clack
Better hit the ground
Who you think you fuckin with?
Blacked out snuffed a kid
Tried to kill me
Sucka said tough shit
Real sorry guy
This is just a business
Gotta push pills
To support the Mrs.
Plus, must admit it
You a misfit
That just don't fit in
Defective
Detectin invective
Double up initial investment
Money money money
Got people funnay
Work all week Saturday and Sunday
Fucked on ya Hyundai, feed ya hungry
Children, I don't know how buildings
Get turned to dust someone made some trillions
O, no, did I hurt your feelins
Ill with the skill can't chill
Be killin instrumentals
Mental illness
Runnin through the country
(Running through the country)
Shit gettin bumpy
(Bumps with the nummies)
Grumpy, fuck all you comfy
Rich pricks, some people got nothin

Yea, whatcha wanna know?
How I got l here or who I keep close?
Gotta top peers, gotta be the goat
Tightness in my chest and my throat
So yea, this is how it goes
I guess this the path I chose
I can't get past these lows
Took my body won't get my soul
Oh no

Yea
Took my body won't get my soul
Oh no
Yea
Took my body won't get my soul
Oh no
Yea
How we let this shit get so cold?