Industry Lyrics

Don't scream bitch, get your ass in the fucking truck

You're coming home with me

Wanna come at me bitch, pull the curtains

Fuck flirting, I beat it till the pussy hurting

Other rappers, yeah it's you I'm murking

Get me in your ears

I'm perverting, inserting, punchlines so disconcerting

Exerting every ounce of power, it's concerning

Alerting the police, they can keep on searching

Diverting every shred of evidence

At the crime scene subverting

Expectations and swerving in and out of lanes

Affirming my gender, preferring to identify as a goat

No re-wording, watch my mouth stop the cursing

But voodoo my language, I'm burning the whole bridge

Down then return, and piss on the ashes, and start jerking

My flesh see death in the eyes of those I'm hurting

Please stop

Shut up, bitch

You don't wanna hear me rap

You're lucky you sitting in the front

I'll tie you up and throw you in the back

Ha, not really though

Cause you're in arm's length

And I really like to choke

I should've kept you in the trunk

You should've never got blind drunk

Ended up in this situation

Is your mind racing

I'm taking you to isolation

In a room with a combination

No negotiations, complications, or frustrations

I'm not fucking stupid, so

Don't try manipulation

I want some pieces of you

I'm gonna eat a little

Let's have some fun, baby, tickle, tickle

Look, I got your nose

Later at home, I'ma peel your skin off with a fire hose

Well, it's really just a pressure washer

You'll be all red crawling like a lobster

Got all the tools in the locker

I mean locker

Because that's what I'm gonna do to you

Quit crying, no more of that boo-hoo

It's not time you shut it

Or I'll push this knife through you

I gotta kill, I see it clearly

I gotta kill to make you feel me

I gotta kill to make you fear me

I gotta be low down and filthy

I gotta kill

I gotta kill

I gotta kill

I gotta kill

Why are you doing this

Because I can hear the conversations already

He's white and a culture vulture, just forget it, so

Well, I gotta go for the neck, bleed it out, inspect the game

Find a lane, infect the ears of the public

Luck have it, I'm good at this shit

In the shadows, waiting to devour this bitch

I admit I'm probably more focused and hit

Harder than I ever have on the path to eradicate

The weak knife in the cheek, twist it and break teeth

I welcome beef

Because they got nothing on me

No skeletons in the closet and nothing to hide

I wanna choke and ruin lives

Hot, white, dead in the eyes

Fuck them all, born to survive

Primal nature, break the spine

Show you fear, crumple and decline

In the end, it's your demise

And I'm fine, I'm digging graves to put you in

I don't look for friends

More people, more problems

And I know how to solve them, bitch

I gotta kill, I see it clearly

I gotta kill to make you feel me

I gotta kill to make you fear me

I gotta be low down and filthy

I gotta kill

I gotta kill

I gotta kill

I gotta kill

Well, we made it

Time to strip you naked

Into steaks and bacon

I can't wait to see you in the light

The bar was dark and so was the car ride

My little prize

This is your home tonight

I'm gonna steal the life you hold tight

Might be wrong but it feels right

You won't get it live

I prefer to sodomize

When the light has left the eyes

I want to necrophilia

My true delight

This is not pretend

Some kind of sim

Cold and dim

I like to talk to pussies

Before I eat them

This is all killer

No filler

Trim the fat and hem the seams

Well, I got you strapped down

Let's hit the lights and see

What I have now

What the fuck

At the club, I thought you said your name was Alice

I did, but

It's actually Alvin

2024, goddammit, not again

I thought the music industry was a bitch

Should've known it was a man

Because nobody can fuck you like a man can