I bury it in your soul-Hanslote

I bury it in your soul

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时间:2026-03-02

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Yeah

Look

I don't snap I detonate (ha)

I got a short fuse torch crews contort views

Warped mood storm brews in dark rooms my heart chews

Through cartilage carnage in my apartment

Argument with the mirror I bark at it then I target it

Hardheaded harm-embedded my scars credit

Every bar shredded sharp-edged my palms sweat it

Y'all edit your image for digits I'm raw menace

Dog let us be honest I'm God-level at off-lemons

Turn pressure into pipe bombs spite songs life wrong

White-knuckle nights long bite tongues knife drawn

Mind gone timebomb ticking in my ribcage

Ink rage thin page ripping when I spit flames

I don't do"calm down"I do"fall back"

You do small caps I do all caps all facts

Whole planet is plastic I panic then laugh sick

You vanish I'm massive a blacksmith with bad wrists

I'm past my pressure points I'm cracked at every joint

You push me half an inch I snap and smash the joint (yeah)

I’m hanging by a thread it’s wrapped around your throat

You wanna test my head Then drag me off this rope

I'm past my pressure points I'm way beyond the brink (brink!)

You turn your back on me I carve it in with ink (ink!)

You wanna see me break Then watch me make you fold

I don't just lose control

I bury it in your soul (ay)

I never cared for opinions I tear through traditions

Their fairytale visions impairing their hearing I’m blaring derision

I'm airing conditions of parents comparing my errors to prisons

Apparently villainous wearing the stigma like ceremonial ribbons

I was that kid in the back with a cracked grin

Math flunked bad lunch backpack full of black pens

Tat tongue that one teacher said I'd land slumped

Fast-forward I'm that gun language with my hands up

I got a brain like a blender with knives bent

High-tension lines in my spine I fight friends

I write vents that slice skin life spins

I might end up lightheaded but I like this

Every slight I recite then ignite it

You type-shit I life-it live it then I knife-twist

You bite scripts I rip ribs from my tight fist

And paint the page with the same rage that I cried with

I'm past my pressure points I'm cracked at every joint

You push me half an inch I snap and smash the joint (smash it!)

I’m hanging by a thread it’s wrapped around your throat

You wanna test my head Then drag me off this rope (c’mon)

I'm past my pressure points I'm way beyond the brink

You turn your back on me I carve it in with ink

You wanna see me break Then watch me make you fold

I don't just lose control

I bury it in your soul (yeah)

I ain't your role model I'm a broke bottle

Jagged at the lip cut you when you go throttle

Say I’m overboard I’m already overseas

Knee-deep in gasoline begging for a breeze (woah)

I'm past my pressure points I'm cracked at every joint

You push me half an inch I snap and smash the joint

I’m hanging by a thread it’s wrapped around your throat

You wanna test my head Then drag me off this rope

I'm past my pressure points I'm way beyond the brink (brink)

You turn your back on me I carve it in with ink (ink)

You wanna see me break Then watch me make you fold

I don't just lose control

I bury it in your soul (ha)

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