Noise442 - King Yosef

I’ve been down on my luck

But I’d rather die slow than be any of you fucks

Regurgitate all those things you fake

Your throat’s a trophy that I’m begging to take

Only a foot away from leaving reality

I’m full to the brim with nothing but apathy

Hold it down and watch you choke

Use your voice, only to cope

Regurgitate all those things you fake

Your throat’s a trophy that I’m begging to take

It feels like only living on spite

See me falter and pace

See me crumble at sight