L.T.B. - Perfect Angel lyrics

I don't mean to be a bother but you will be molested When I take a pen and turn this page into a lethal weapon When your creativity comes to life and your beats are restless With enough energy to have the police arrested Rappers better get to the point, or at least to steppin You can't face the music with that bleak expression I'm going all out until I physically can't To leave a legacy, even if it k**s me to rap Tell me how to act, you can go f** yourself Put you in the middle of the Pacific and cut your sail You don't know what it's like to be someone else, you have no idea So you can tell me to go Hell I bet you I see ya I'm the type that will bring a knife to your home address Middle of the night while you're tucked in tight in your sofa bed Sleeping, stand over and watch you while you're in your coma rest And when you wake up, drive the knife into my own chest That's what you get for being somebody that a**umes things Like who I am as a person, my addictions, and what my view sees And where my life has been and how I understand, cause truly I hope you despise all I am and musically disprove of me I want to be your perfect angel With a halo and turntables I want to be a perfect angel As I look for another verse to strangle If at first you don't succeed, try, try again Hence the wide open front door to your house and why I am in As long as Westboro tells me that I'll die in sin I feel I might as well break in and say bye-bye to them I'm sorry; I keep using fantasies for the wrong reasons It's why religious people and I are not speaking Guess I hate seeing communion turned into superstition While they pretend we're not all confused humans using euphemisms They say - the true character of a man is done privately What happens if what I've done is televised cause it ends violently? If you're terminal I guess d**h is a dire need And why you might fly a plane into a building scraping the sky to leave Too much being preached to me that I can't believe Can turn sanity casually into a casualty I usually would only fight to protect my family But I might deck a pacifist for calling me a pansy Why do you waste your life getting upset at me? Half of what I say are lines that I would never mean And since you're preaching things I'd never let myself believe I guess we're equal, and by the way, the quality of yours that I'm most envious of is your jealousy I want to be your perfect angel With a halo and turntables I want to be a perfect angel As I look for another verse to strangle I bet those pages in your notebook are disastrous Real lyrics resurrect you from the dead like you're Lazarus There's nothing to get hype about anymore it's embarra**ing You might as well be rapping in Arabic Cause I can't understand you, mad cause no one talented has thought of you You sound like you are purposely not hitting notes on auto-tune Was there someone that didn't love you enough Or have you realized you can make a lot of bucks when you're dumb What the hell else can I do, I'm dead with this done horse I've already kicked it onto the steps of your front porch There's nothing to do, I'm all out of cla**, and there's much more On its way while I attempt to disrupt your Concentration on your level of comfortability so let's start a war I don't see the contradiction of your life when you're on support You have the means necessary to benefit the lives of peo/ple That are dying but those possessions are all yours Water for the thirsty, food for the hungry Looking for good fruit that you produce but there's nothing Know what happens to a dead tree, it gets cut down Dragged to and thrown into a lake of fire to drown And I don't believe in literal hell, so what does that tell you I just make music for all of you to k** yourselves to My target audience, the overly-sensitive No need to thank me for taping your mouth shut, don't even mention it I want to be your perfect angel With a halo and turntables I want to be a perfect angel As I look for another verse to strangle