Konscience23 - Heartless lyrics

(Chorus: Konscience) Heartless? Hmm, how is a road heartless? Put this in your stereo, and bump it til the car flips They call it "Heartless Road" 'cause apparently I'm heartless Because I go this road of life just shooting down my targets I go into the den and grab a knife to sharpen Carving through your chest just to find out where your heart is Remove it from your chest, then I throw it in the garbage Prosthetics are in check, when you awake I call you heartless (Verse 1: Konscience) I will lacerate you.. stop running I'll lure you in with master bait like sock puppets co*k pumpin'.. shoot I'm the top gun, and I'm cold as iceman, but you ain't got nothing I drop albums; I don't f** with no mixtapes I shut it down like the government but don't get paid And, every time I step up in the building, people pull out their switch blades And switch blades on some kid games Knick-Knack pattywack f*ggot in a fanny-pack Grab an ax, slash his a**, hop up in a Cadillac Rappers actin savage, and I just will not be having that I'll squeeze your heart so hard that the blood will drip like candle wax (Chorus: Konscience) Heartless? Hmm, how is a road heartless? Put this in your stereo, and bump it til the car flips They call it "Heartless Road" 'cause apparently I'm heartless Because I go this road of life just shooting down my targets I go into the den and grab a knife to sharpen Carving through your chest just to find out where your heart is Remove it from your chest, then I throw it in the garbage Prosthetics are in check, when you awake I call you heartless (Verse 2: Konscience) I can raise hell with a heavenly song In which I prove that my less than three's gone Empathy's lost And, ready or not Here I come you should run 'cause I'm coming for blood I got to eat your heart to make up for my lack of one I'm 'a have a feast on the beat 'til the track is done "Konscience, you don't gotta act like you're a savage thug You try way too hard to be hard, man, your album s**s." I guess I'm not the stereotypical version of an MC But I murk every person that is against me No resting. When I die you'll have to bury me ten feet, 'cause the dead breathes (Chorus: Konscience) Heartless? Hmm, how is a road heartless? Put this in your stereo, and bump it til the car flips They call it "Heartless Road" 'cause apparently I'm heartless Because I go this road of life just shooting down my targets I go into the den and grab a knife to sharpen Carving through your chest just to find out where your heart is Remove it from your chest, then I throw it in the garbage Prosthetics are in check, when you awake I call you heartless