Wilson Nelles - k**er lyrics

k**er Hook: Yeah.... right.... I am not Not a k**er k**er of me k**er of not I dotted a line Down below and call It a plots Verse 1: Sutto personality I'm disorganized like my Parents am lanky in appearance But I can bench 120lbs all bymyself Too late for bs put that on the shelf Like the books I read from the time I was ten to fifteen This girl I knew Who didn't Enjoy me found me annoying Her To me it went as fast as a blur Give the food in the pot Another stir Blur around you Making sure you don't see What a bear is about to Do to you I would say I would Disembowel wilson Make k**son whoop his a** You can't f** with me I Break gla** with my teeth And it don't even cut me Now I stop the violence So we can get on to greet Verse 2: Uh yeah Mr. Scythe Uh yeah Dr. Vilson No their not real How you see black Shadows at night How come I used to dream About a fight I drew zombies Since I was in grade 1 I drew k**ing vampires Skeletons and people Since day 1 I made a comic at the age Of 11 where I made a Character up Who hung upside Down A character Who laughed like a Clown Named bloodface Chainsaw in hand With daggers too Made sure everyone he k**ed He blew through Made sick jokes with him Like catching People off guard Thinking of woman While I'm hard Skinning them alive I am ed gein I have ed to gain Continue having sleep Apnea Hallucinations waking up To see blood on the floor And its coming from the bathroom Door Both son and wife Taken of their life A bear did this Not me though How could I bare To do this no I've grown up quick f** man I haven't even Worked a 10 hour shift Verse 3: Envisionments Of provisionments Under stress Continue pressing down Branches f**ing my enchantress I got what I want But forever I will see The negativity As I find it receptive Like a phone call out on a peer As I hear it too be Crystal and clear that Life is disgraceful Of itself God hates himself I hate myself So there must be a good Reason To k** oneself Slice with a Bear claw Eat my own Intestines Like pastry Love strudel And love eating Noodles Thinking about Eating a poodle Maybe the park Ranger before f**ing her Seeing other police Damn it my badge I forgot to take it off f** em all Than tackle both Officers too the Ground slice em up Pour their blood Up in a cup I am Vlad the imaplor With these words Verse 4: Hail and rain Drain my Victims brains In the dirt to The soil My teeth are yellow And my mood Has finally Mellowed Hoping not To get angry Because I'm bored With myself And mundane Only one person Can think this Insane I hear the train Crossing the tracks Remembered I k**ed Eminem back there Leaving fans Too aww in despair Only Vince Staples can Handle my no name Labels I am making this sh** stables Like horses Mmm horse meat Hi I'm blackberry Nice too meet you