Brink - Vigilante Justice lyrics

[Chorus] Look into my eyes Take in all my pride I've got nothing to hide But my fist with a knife Take this for a ride like The women you lied to It's march it's the ides And I want you to die [Verse 1] I don't pull teeth, I push pins Knock the door down and I break in My patience is fading Put the foot down and I lace it 'Cause I don't settle for a base hit Run home, stock up on cases I mean face it, I'm faceless Draw a ghost on these graves here See Im C.L.Y.D Roll up, you can't find E Pat me down I'm so clean This D ain't got no ST I'm over you, no beef Vero, Acid, OG? You're white kids, just like me You straight up Salt Lake City Write the 801 up on my headstone Red state, I got called Abno Or a non Mo, I go commando Undergarments, yeah no All else I'm just a rascal Tryna put paint up where it don't go Flip flops got no fours Rep the raptors despite the logo I'm thinking “why?” with this jealous sh** Do you think I'm Irrelevant? Hope you die, for the hell of it I'm fly like the Emirates I'm jive? then I'm selling it Don't cry, I'm a felon b**h I'll side with the cell again Cop's grave, I'm irreverent Get off of my case and let that sh** go cold Look away then look back I'll be spitting gold I'm not interested in blunts and bank notes all rolled I just wanna make kids with no savings feel bold I mean look at me guys, I'm no average joe Not best in your sight I'm the best in the world I'm blessing these girls and I'm blessing these hoes My sh**s so hot it rivals your stove Appear at the door, I'm the worst Jehovah's witness Or Mormon, don't know I just get down to business I'm your biggest foe, all you care bout is b**hes Not consent, so listen, I'm bout to outdo slit wrists You did this to her, so you'll get this from me The pain that you caused is hard to make you see Don't play victim brah, I'm not on any spree I just hang rapists, Banging's not worth the d**h of empathy [Chorus] (x2) [Verse 2] Are you ready for the wrath of a mad man So dark, like I'm rapping with batman Jumped out his whip just to sack on some cats damn Type of sh** that makes you look back on the bad lands Oh man, I gotta get back to my true roots I remember when I would've shot up with these cool dudes All I do now is wish I could keep out of these lewd moods Planning every party like your pickup line is fool proof Pool-roof, backwards, conquest thats absurd You're worried bout your now, man I'm worried bout her after Greeting every drunk girl like a synonym for laughter Got to home inebriated, Well I guess it's batter Up, meet me after, I'll get you in a mental state an*logous to bad as f**, then you'll get a brand new gait Substrate for don't hate, check next with whom mate You're lucky buddies went and held me back from my full rage [Chorus] (x2)