In2ition - Nameless lyrics

Rip up pages like they're sh** Throw it away, f** it, man, I hate rap music So many rappers that use the same word at the end of each line And think that that's a rhyme Like 'you're gonna be what I'm gonna be Because you're never gonna be me and you're never gonna see what I'm gonna see You think that you're better than me? Well you're not gonna be me!' You see? That sh**, it f**ing annoys me It's just the same word every time Just cause it f**ing rhymes, doesn't mean that it's clever I mean, you think that you spit it faster Whether you choose to or not because you're just snot You belong in a tissue. Don't ask me to bless you When you were little, I hope someone caressed you If you ask him to, I'm sure Ian Watkins might do Be his little LostProphet, his little miss Muffet Come sit on his tuffet, let him put his hands on your muffin Oh b**h, what you gonna say now, huh? People say that I'm too sick; I don't give a sh** about it But I suppose I better keep one eye on my medication While I keep the other eye on f**ing your tits Well, I never did very well with that education Nah, nah, never did very well with that education Barely understood anything with this head of Satan Those dark thoughts popping up into my mind I've tried, I've tried, I've tried exercise Running around, getting on my bike, but in the end We had to exorcise all of it. Had a priest turn up to my house If you ask me, he looked a little bit shady When he turned around to come inside And then his eyes fixed on me like I was his prize He began to prize open his case Took out the bible and the cross, large-size And then he began to realise that I was gonna be his hardest challenge yet And you know what? I bet at that point in time He realised that he was gonna end it the same way that he did when he came in the door Yeah, with him screaming out of it a minute later Oh, whatever's in me is just a sin And it's been living in me since I can remember And I'm sorry if that bothers you But to be honest, I don't care And if you don't wanna listen to my music, don't dare What, you think you're gonna do me a favour? Ah, bring me and fetch me that Taser Yeah, I'm gonna give you a teaser I'm just gonna give you a little sneak-peak trailer Yeah, on the table where All the toys that I'm gonna use to torture you later are Yeah there, bring it here, stand still now, oh yeah [Electric shock noise] Yeah! Went down like a bear in front of a shotgun Now let me tear you a new a**hole cause I know that you ain't got one Mother-f**ers stare at my rap king chair Ah, want it to be theirs They'll have to take it from my lifeless metacarpals Cause I ain't just gonna stand here and give it up I'm not a f**ing fool; I'm a star, yo! Ah, but if you bring it to me again You're gonna get a mouthful of teeth and flesh So I suggest that you try your best to stay out of my way If you don't, I can't say that you'll be safe It'll be the exact opposite, actually Hey man, we're talking mother-f**ing end of days Arnie Schwarzenegger sh**, mother-f**er Ah, now I'm gonna freestyle from here Yeah, let's put a stop at the door here