Kombat - Dropout Kings, Dayshell

I’m a cocky mothafucka

Bitch, I’m different, now

DOK/Dayshell got a brand new sound

That’s facts

Feeling so real so clean

Gotta keep it real, gotta keep it clean

But, imma knock you out, if you step to me

That’s facts

Your bullshit

It smells familiar

Get the fuck up out my face, better find your hiding place

Reminds me

Of a lie

I’ve been reminded, never gonna get blindsided

When you’re gone know it’s hard to miss you cus you’re artificial

When you’re here it becomes an issue cus id rather kill you I don’t want to

diss you

See I really hate you, but glad I ain’t you and rather take you

To the terror dome where ain’t no possible escape route

Like bones and promises how I break you

Lookin to the sky like your God ain’t forsake you

Your bullshit

It smells familiar

Get the fuck up out my face, better find your hiding place

Reminds me

Of a lie

I’ve been reminded, never gonna get blindsided

You came off all wrong (And I ain’t finding it easy)

Tombstones we cross off (I hope you’re learning you lesson)

You came off all wrong (And I ain’t finding it easy)

Tombstones we cross off (I feel the snapping of tension)

And what you see is gold

I’m the Blood, I’m the sweat, I’m the tears

But above all baby

I’m your fucking nightmare

So just keep running from us

The murder premeditated

The suffering delegated

Lack patience elevatin

Over all of your bodies

The slaughters a hobby

It’s black magic frantic tragic

I Trampoline off the hate in your pattern

My presence a hazard

I know that you talk about me, it dont matter

There’s nobody badder

You came off all wrong (And I ain’t finding it easy)

Tombstones we cross off (I hope you’re learning you lesson)

You came off all wrong (And I ain’t finding it easy)

Tombstones we cross off (I feel the snapping of tension)

You came off all wrong (And I ain’t finding it easy)

Tombstones we cross off (I hope you’re learning you lesson)