[Intro]
Devereaux Devereaux Devereaux
Wow
[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
While sitting in my room at night watching Class of Nuke 'Em High
I contemplate my stupid life, what's the point? I'm doomed to die?
Fuck the world, fuck humankind, I grab my knife and run outside
My neighbor asked and found my rite so I shanked him thirty-one times
Then he slipped over the cash and landed in a patch of grass
A guy ran up to stop me so I turned and quickly stabbed his ass
He dropped and got stomped 'til his head became a puddle
Somе lady started screaming, now that bitch is in trouble
A room of torturе ignoring their screams of horror
Put the blade down, showed her how my forty four works
Blew her brains out admiring how the gore bursts
It sprayed on the sidewalk, some got on my Korn shirt
All I hear is panic and that's always been my favorite sound (Oh no!)
Cock the forty four and unload it at a playground
Psychotic mental breakdown, ain't nobody safe now
Corpses lying face down, the cops are on their way now
The pressure built up until I finally snapped
Life kept fucking me so I fucked life back
I was staring at the stars when the pigs pulled up
They shot me in the heart and left me lifeless in a pool of blood
[Bridge: Darby O'Trill]
Too little, too late
Too little, too late
Too little, too late
Too little, too late
[Verse 2: Damien Quinn]
I'm a walking horror movie cut up groupies in a cellar
Sick fella peel your skin back to Darby's A Cappella's
Hella sick and deranged, severing my veins
Made your daddy eat his brains like I'm Hannibal man
Blood stains on my Nikes, oh and now they don't like me
Stainless steel knife stab you straight through your anatomy
Why you mad at me? Cuz I ban all cult activity?
Viciously put a gash in your throat 'til you gasping for air desperately
It's my recipe for hate, my bad religion
Serve your severed face on a plate cuz I'm trippy
Me and Devereaux, we been on a mission
To kidnap your daughters and start making incisions
With rusty weapons leaving infections cuz we never had affection
There's no question who's the resurrection of this horrorcore shit
This gore shit leave your whore's face split
In some shitty basement on a fucking piss stained mattress
Devereaux Devereaux Devereaux
Wow
[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
While sitting in my room at night watching Class of Nuke 'Em High
I contemplate my stupid life, what's the point? I'm doomed to die?
Fuck the world, fuck humankind, I grab my knife and run outside
My neighbor asked and found my rite so I shanked him thirty-one times
Then he slipped over the cash and landed in a patch of grass
A guy ran up to stop me so I turned and quickly stabbed his ass
He dropped and got stomped 'til his head became a puddle
Somе lady started screaming, now that bitch is in trouble
A room of torturе ignoring their screams of horror
Put the blade down, showed her how my forty four works
Blew her brains out admiring how the gore bursts
It sprayed on the sidewalk, some got on my Korn shirt
All I hear is panic and that's always been my favorite sound (Oh no!)
Cock the forty four and unload it at a playground
Psychotic mental breakdown, ain't nobody safe now
Corpses lying face down, the cops are on their way now
The pressure built up until I finally snapped
Life kept fucking me so I fucked life back
I was staring at the stars when the pigs pulled up
They shot me in the heart and left me lifeless in a pool of blood
[Bridge: Darby O'Trill]
Too little, too late
Too little, too late
Too little, too late
Too little, too late
[Verse 2: Damien Quinn]
I'm a walking horror movie cut up groupies in a cellar
Sick fella peel your skin back to Darby's A Cappella's
Hella sick and deranged, severing my veins
Made your daddy eat his brains like I'm Hannibal man
Blood stains on my Nikes, oh and now they don't like me
Stainless steel knife stab you straight through your anatomy
Why you mad at me? Cuz I ban all cult activity?
Viciously put a gash in your throat 'til you gasping for air desperately
It's my recipe for hate, my bad religion
Serve your severed face on a plate cuz I'm trippy
Me and Devereaux, we been on a mission
To kidnap your daughters and start making incisions
With rusty weapons leaving infections cuz we never had affection
There's no question who's the resurrection of this horrorcore shit
This gore shit leave your whore's face split
In some shitty basement on a fucking piss stained mattress
( Darby O'Trill & Devereaux )
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