Killtrend

Some may speculate a misgnomered beatoholic is on his way to nothing But he's on his way to prime F*ck everything, make no comparising You punks and you rappers it's time to fucking die Influence make the papers go a gray route And grayed out cocksuckers gray out your stale mouth Indulge in censorship, hide the truth in mentorship And feed these trends to these weak ass minds Feed the for you page with drugs and degeneracy Make it pop, make it scream idiocracy Slap it round, slap it all over the news Make it trans, make it gay, make me stand my point of view I'll burn the books, I'll burn my phone, I'll burn your house Try to cancel me I'll burn your fucking Wi-Fi down And when I've burned your house I'll ask you where's your studies now? Where's your studies now? Killtrend, trend of death You sadistic fucks Killtrend, trend of death You sadistic fucks Killtrend, trend of death Y'all sadistic fucks Yeah I'mma kill trends Kill trends Kill your friends You all must misunderstand the situation And on you cling to other fuckers thoughts Cool cats and hipster hippies is all its needs for recollection This machine of mass-mind-garbage The skinny and the fat, yes the druggies and their rats Yes the skull and bones they grind to nothing For see this world is mine, it's in my head, it's in my what? I'm in your head, still I stand strong on my feet Sometimes in outer space I realize I have a chain around my neck But yet I put it there so it's alright Cause still i fight these weak ass trends that appear Killtrend, trend of death You sadistic fucks Yeah I'mma kill trends Kill trends Kill your friends