Off With Their Heads
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!