CYPHER THE CUTTER lyrics

Hanging from the f*cking ceiling
Got no motherf*cking feelings
Got you kneeling, got you kneeling
Look at me I got you cheering
And I got you f*cking fearing when I will be disappearing
Got me gearing, got me gearing
For demons to start appearing
Gossip hearing
f*cking steering, off a motherf*cking cliff
Suicidal sh*t's up in my head, depressions permanent
Burning sh*t
Learn to quit
f*ck your b*tch and then I dip
Furnace lit, burn your sh*t
Take that as a f*cking tip

So f*ck you b*tch I earned this sh*t
Burned a bridge, I pulled a pin
Blew off all your f*cking limbs
b*tch I'm born to commit sins

Die b*tch, you shudder
Ice in the summer
Hiding undercover, f*cking b*tch you blew my cover
Call me CYPHER THE CUTTER
Rise up from under
Lines of f*cking numbers, every night I f*cking suffer