PhoenixXx Lyrics

Get your head out the clouds

And watch your fucking mouth

You can't wear that going out

Take that cig out of your mouth

And dude, like what's up with the ink

It's super messed up how you think

Your songs don't mean a fucking thing

And man just quit it with the flings

You need to be one with god

Your ideas are way too broad

You're acting super odd

You need to lay off the pot

You should've just stayed in college

You need more money in your pocket

Go back to the garden to frolick

Or fuck it, Whatever you call it

Blinding my vision, Dark hypnotism

I never did listen, So now in my prison

I sit and I pray and I beg for forgiveness

With god as my witness I really do mean it

Arise from the ash and become Chris Phoenix

Bleeding, Leaning like the Tower of Pisa

Get baked like a pizza, Bewitched like Sabrina

Avoiding the reaper, Catch stripes like a Zebra

Get your head out the clouds

And watch your fucking mouth

You can't wear that going out

Take that cig out of your mouth

And dude, like what's up with the ink

It's super messed up how you think

Your songs don't mean a fucking thing

And man just quit it with the flings

Sipping on vodka and Sprite

I'll be done with the mic when I say that it's time

For me to be

Inclined to believe

That all the hatred would best be deceased

You're a dog on a leash

Biting the hand that feeds

Falling too far from the apple tree

Nut up or shut up, Your facing the beast

The fiendest of Phoenix, The fire I free

Fuck all the haters, Get served like a feast

Eat your favorite rapper with fava beans

Meat was soft for me

Building coffins B

Awfully sorry that I had to slaughter these

Other emcees like I ought to be

Charged at least fifty times for arson

You should've know to continue with caution

Coming at your throat then force feed a lozenge

Get your head out the clouds

And watch your fucking mouth

You can't wear that going out

Take that cig out of your mouth

And dude, like what's up with the ink

It's super messed up how you think

Your songs don't mean a fucking thing

And man just quit it with the flings

Douchebag, Fuckboi, Pretty boy, Awesome

Honest, Just speaking my mind

We've been over this shit like fifty 'leven times

Damn, She's lucky she's a pretty ass dime

Put it all together, Six to the nine

Sick with the rhymes

And I'm twisted through time

The withering woes of a tried and true mind

But you try to find

Dirt that you can

To make me look like less of a man

Bless it and damn

Begging for bands

I want the power right here in my hands

They used to jeer when I sang

Didn't give a damn bout my name

And now they look at me on the stage

Oh my, The way that things change

Get your head out the clouds

And watch your fucking mouth

You can't wear that going out

Take that cig out of your mouth

And dude, like what's up with the ink

It's super messed up how you think

Your songs don't mean a fucking thing

And man just quit it with the flings