"BLUE EYED MESSIAH!" lyrics
Blue-Eye Messiah step through the gates with a fire
I ain't alive, no light in the mind, this time is dire
Step out the works while I like no sight in the night figure tire
Mask up my face with the blood of my blade and I take to the liars
Fuck, pull up with the whip and I'll be ready to buck up
I'm just a bitch and be sick of this fucked up shit
Till I become a dumb and into a thug
I'm stuck up in this shit, stop being mad
I'm a chef, I'm a human, don't know what I'm doing
I'm saved by the music, treatment of both of the things I can be
But I can't understand this feeling on your plate
They don't wanna walk the walk, talk the talk, till the death come and start
Yeah, end up in a body bag, up in the fuckin' gutter, you shake, draw in the truck
What, sittin' at the top, I got a bird's eye view, my watch like a hawk
Aye, creep out the shadows, I'm point-like and arrow my dick
They get my claws
Pussy motherfuckin' double-cutter from the gutter
And I do it like the mother of a definition of the cousin
Separation up to maintain the mainframe
From the veins in those canes, bitch, you can't take
I've been sick, never sick, how can that be safe?
Fucking trippin' from the holdings, have one left up in my brain
Blue-eyed messiah, stepped through the gates with a fire
I gained that light, no life, didn't mind this time
I went to a light, no sight in the night figure tire
Mask up my face with the blood of my blade and I take to the liars
Blue-eyed messiah, stepped through the gates with a fire
I gained that light, no life, didn't mind this time
I went to a light, no sight in the night figure tire
Mask up my face with the blood of my blade and I take to the liars
I ain't alive, no light in the mind, this time is dire
Step out the works while I like no sight in the night figure tire
Mask up my face with the blood of my blade and I take to the liars
Fuck, pull up with the whip and I'll be ready to buck up
I'm just a bitch and be sick of this fucked up shit
Till I become a dumb and into a thug
I'm stuck up in this shit, stop being mad
I'm a chef, I'm a human, don't know what I'm doing
I'm saved by the music, treatment of both of the things I can be
But I can't understand this feeling on your plate
They don't wanna walk the walk, talk the talk, till the death come and start
Yeah, end up in a body bag, up in the fuckin' gutter, you shake, draw in the truck
What, sittin' at the top, I got a bird's eye view, my watch like a hawk
Aye, creep out the shadows, I'm point-like and arrow my dick
They get my claws
Pussy motherfuckin' double-cutter from the gutter
And I do it like the mother of a definition of the cousin
Separation up to maintain the mainframe
From the veins in those canes, bitch, you can't take
I've been sick, never sick, how can that be safe?
Fucking trippin' from the holdings, have one left up in my brain
Blue-eyed messiah, stepped through the gates with a fire
I gained that light, no life, didn't mind this time
I went to a light, no sight in the night figure tire
Mask up my face with the blood of my blade and I take to the liars
Blue-eyed messiah, stepped through the gates with a fire
I gained that light, no life, didn't mind this time
I went to a light, no sight in the night figure tire
Mask up my face with the blood of my blade and I take to the liars
