Off With Their Heads

歌詞

Dead Beats, Swinging Now Grab the scythe and show them how!! Welcome to the mountaintop Waiting 'till the fight calls I hope you're ready to be swinging till the night falls Are you a slave? An entertainer 'till the fun dies? I hope you're ready to be swinging till the sunrise, The Flame that faintly wavers Stains the brain with flavor The kinda pain that you complain about, then learn to savor A mystic walk beside the Sadistic Sakura Kinda wished to talk with ya, Bore me, and it's off with your heads! I'm not'cha "sensei, " but I been saying sense Since I began this soul sentence, centuries of repentance Past-tense on reservations now I stand in defense Of this relentlessly intense advice not lacking suspense And guess the fuck what, ladies and gents? I'm not even spent I'll gladly live inside ya head but who the fuck pays my rent? It ain't me, right? So what'cha gonna do about it, sucker? Cuz while the sayers say the same shit, the doers fight each other. Ya wanna stake your life onanyathis? There's plenty of spite To steel your nerves and feel the burn The training starts tonight!! Welcome to the mountaintop, Those your fans you're countin'? Stop. *throws my hands up stating the obvious* Probably? That end was sloppy, gimme "Action, " sick! Katana slashin', slick! But where's your passion? Miss! I'm only askin' Cuz truthfully y'all lose the heat when seein' no traction But it must be how you're waxin So trust me, start relaxin Your stance is.... well, it's average... I'm savage cuz I care and you can take it or leave it "RIP and tear" you swear to make me believe it? Silent will, strike to kill, Shinobi-like technique Pride or skill, what's the deal? Those hands are already weak? Cuz bet this blood be melted iron, but I still be like water You'll get some muddied up perspective if you senselessly slaughter Those with devotion to the mission straight devour the weak An ocean full a competition, get your actions to speak You can't be strong if you give up from just a miss in ya streak I'll say so long with a slight of the scythe and a light kiss on thy cheek. おやすみ。 Send them away, Death Sensei. No ambition. Try again next week. Welcome to the mountaintop Waiting 'till the fight calls I hope you're ready to be swinging till the night falls Are you a slave? An entertainer 'till the fun dies? I hope you're ready to be swinging till the sunrise, You gonna throw in the towel and quit soon as your body starts bleeding?? You'll say goodbye to glory, next, "hello" to never succeeding So if you'd like to flip the story and that heart is still beating I challenge you to stay committed Simply follow my leading Ya want a balanced following? Then start creating, stop tweeting This ain't me hating, I'm just bored from all the talkers I'm beating And getting sick of retching endlessly from excuses I'm reading But man, shit Knowing their tendencies it's no use, you're never leaving. Sign up, then ya whine about it Get in line, the stage is crowded I can now supply with you with this Tough Love Good luck without it!! Welcome to the mountaintop! Where we make the bodies drop Naughty boys and girls get chopped Up into diamonds, open shop Copped a decent crop of follows, all those asking me "how" They spot the name, the fame, start shaming, raising they brows All like "Easy for your to say, Little Miss Company Hire" As if these moves did not take heartache and these tracks are not fire As if this back did not break over and over I near expired As if a million skeletons hit that "Subscribe" for satire And though this hell is ten times hotter than the start, I ain't tired Thank god I'm Death or I'd have drawn my last breath and Peaced Out, or retired. When it gets down to the wire, just who survives? Are they the liars who sell their souls or those who dedicate their lives? I'll ask you. Take up the sword and swing until it is unbearable And wear your scars with dignity when raising something shareable The strong, the safe, the terrible- progress in these eyes Expect no less than Earth shaking when these Dead Beats rise Dead Beats, Swinging Now Grab the scythe and show them how!! Welcome to the mountaintop Waiting 'till the fight calls I hope you're ready to be swinging till the night falls Are you a slave? An entertainer 'till the fun dies? I hope you're ready to be swinging till the sunrise, The Flame that faintly wavers Stains the brain with flavor The kinda pain that you complain about, then learn to savor A mystic walk beside the Sadistic Sakura Kinda wished to talk with ya, Bore me, and it's off with your heads!