Omen Lyrics

I think I know what you're looking for

We're just looking for the truth

You wouldn't know the truth if I crammed it down your fucking throat

Boy, you're marked

Christ, your already dead

You just don't know it yet

I was cut from that cloth

I was cooked in that sauce

Get booked, catch a charge

Bitches like to hook out the bar

She a looker, the looks get her far

Shoot out, had you shook in the car

Like a fiend that's shooting a tar

Wish you would like a shooting star

Leave you stiff like I'm using starch

In the streets every day, it's a grueling march

Act real tough when the music starts

Only thing y'all shooting is Cupid darts

Foolish hearts

New gat coming with moving parts

Let it loose and it sparks

Demons

Let them loose in the dark

Trail you home and you lose when you park

Blood in the pool

Who is the shark

Pocket full of them Euro marks

Whole crew named by Groucho Marx

Devils Rejects come to play the part

Shots rip your plate apart

Yeah, looks like pagan art

This ain't for the faint of heart

I'm a native to these shady parts

Where they getting paid off their lady parts

Since the baby had a crazy ass start

Run up, Polo paisley scarf

That's my mask, hit the mark

Get your absence marked

Drinking Absinthe bark

You posted at the park

Posing as a narc

Trying to reach the higher arc

The truth is a fucking knife

It cuts deep and it cuts both ways

Which end of the buck knife are you holding

The handle or the blade

You don't even know

So what do you want

Should I break down in tears and confess my sins

To the holy fucking pussy of the virgin

I'm not a bad man

I'm just another lost soul

Searching for forgiveness

Wicked, wicked war