Shane Bunting - Roller Coaster lyrics

[Verse 1] Madchild I've lost track of my body count The amount is enormous Dropped in sector four Non-conformist intimidates Eliminating all heads of state The punishment is banishment Tarnishing and vanishing I'm runnin' sh** Titanic panicking Manic depressant Addicted to adolescence At the end of the crescent Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent Second-guess or rest in peace Get laced in radioactive waste that's released Feast fit for a king Then bring two servants Words swervin' and curvin' You'll get what you deservin' And It's urgent Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon Emergency exit's where you're headin' Ha, forget it [Hook] (x2) I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your holster [Verse 2] Prevail As MC's slowly slip into sleep Without bailin' with their hands up Their homeboys a** like Casey and Finnegan Now this tends to send trends of frenzy In to forensics And then medics get hit Lips spread like books of Dianetics I'm a credit to my field of study I, I kneel to nobody You'll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann If you get a word in edgewise When it comes to being word wise I've got an edge And a worldwide urge To rock on more wax than Verve I'm in a cla** of my own And still throw the great curve The great curves of a poet Is to run short on ideas Works twice like two-way mirrors My advice might slice like shears [Hook] (x2) I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your holster I'm your host to the roller coaster [Verse 3] Madchild The penalty is execution Suffer consequences Intense as a prison riot Barbed wire fences Tenses, your Excellency senses Assa**ins in the entrance Disguised as my apprentice Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence Send a message up by horse Back to the castle, through the forests Over the hill with no ha**le Scrolls scripted in gold Ancient enlightenment Wizardry and wisdom Expressive excitement Handsome and lonesome The brand new heaviest Lunacy in unison Magnificent specimen [Verse 4] Prevail The pinpointed path Through the pit and the pendulum Hypnotic gases still whirl On the last curl of the wind mast And narrows in With Apollo and Ottomans To cause pestilence And rid the prominence Of so called dominance He and I the most decadent With a promise of providence I'm adamant about your iris Seeing the style I use When it's evident I compile a charge Like an alkaline pile The concubines of pantomimes More war chants and streamlined design In the line, ligaments With imagined figments The tragic and epidemic rise Of zero point five micro-pigment Can you dig it? [Hook] (x4) I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your holster I'm your host to the roller coaster