SLAINE - Say I Was Slaine lyrics

(*Prod. by Knox Beats) [Intro:] That was just f**ing me up* Come on now, you know my motherf**ing name Slaine Yeah, nobody in this motherf**ing city can touch me Nobody in this motherf**ing country can touch me Nobody in this motherf**ing earth can touch me Yeah, lyrical murder. Come on [Verse 1:] You pushed my bu*tons so here comes (Slaine) the nuclear man I'm wolf in sheep's clothing, a shepherd with Lucifer's lambs You're too stupid to stand under Understand the pieces of a mad puzzle with ice in his eyes Heat in his hands, gears turning like clockwork In my head counting each breath d**h's a complex girl, how can I not flirt? Life's a b**h though d**h still hasn't took me yet But I'm talking with her and I think I got her p**y wet As long as I'm alive I'll personify a lust for life Agony and anger, danger every time I touch the mic I muster might to fight, swinging bats and busting pipes Broken gla**, fallen angels holding dope in open bags This whole culture's bad, I am just a product of it How can you hate on me, homie? You know you gotta love it From Dorchester to Mission, Southie to Rottendale People listen to me and they love the oxycontin tales [Chorus:] Tell me, what's my name, mommy? (Slaine) How will the game find me? One day laying in the rain with all the pain behind me They say you manifest the words that you speak Then it becomes real so until I'm murdered, deceased I'm a spit fire at you and curse from a throat On the edge of bursting with every verse that I wrote I tempted the fates, created the d** They say I'm insane so when they ask you who I was Just say I was Slaine [Verse 2:] I'm the motherf**ing rage of the renegade The face the enemy, the temper of an alcoholic wasted on Hennessy They eyes of a barking dog, the soldier at war I'm the white man, the devil man, I told you before The promoter of gore, horror that's sold in the store Got a God-given rhythm, kid, I know what it's for It's for pissing off the system while I'm holding my balls But this is just another rhyme that I wrote on my walls I lived the life that I depicted, that of the trife and wicked The graphic, gruesome, and grisly, the shiesty, icy, and vicious Drug addicted inflicted with remnants of social law Born in my scorn spread through the phlegm in my vocal cords My mornings are torn, visions of dawn colliding with night My soul at odds with itself, too divided to fight I wave a gun at the government with the flag in my face Point a pistol at the president, the f*ggot's erased [Repeat Chorus:]