Bipola - Lake of Fire (feat. Rob Shaker) Lyrics

Tainted past steeped in fear and denial
Terrified of emotion so it scare me to smile
All that pain my heart's feeling, merely a trial?
Time to break the glass ceiling - Suspiria style
But the shard in they head ain't the glass you was lead to believe
Only trick up their sleeve is a sick drug indeed
They tell it how it is or so the shit cunts believe
In that miniscule cerebral, driven by that evil
Spirit up inside 'em, sickness need asylum help
But the wicked'll stay silent, in that mind made hell
And each pissy little cries unfelt, cause they victims of self-violence
Livin' sewer people, thinkin' you ain't equal?
Brotha you are f*ckin' see through...
The deceitful will writhe and yell
As that sickly unrighteous smell emanate from hell

Brain's hella sick like a Shane Meadows flick
There's a Shaun and some Lols, just a shame there's a Mick
As well, and he's sick as hell when his dick on swell
And sonny walkin' round in dead man's shoes
After touchin' up his daughter, besmirched her f*ckin' aura
So cunt I'll f*ckin' slaughter you
Your physical I'll orbit through, then conjure up a portal to
A new dimension free of cruel intentions
Far as true repentance, I ain't seen a f*ckin' morsel dude
Yo when I got that awful news, swear it almost tore my soul in two
But I'ma break your skull in to
A million little pieces, that Chris and Snoop treatment
Her father was a fool and he repped the precinct
Karma can be cruel to the less than decent
F*ck you

Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design
Throw 'em in the fire
Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design
Guilty by desire
Guilty by design...

Guilty by design, feelin' filthy in the mindstate
Nothing thought police could do to stifle up the crime rate
Understatements I make like life is just a slight waste
And cyanide laced well wishes leave a nice taste
In the mouth of madness, that tinge of doubt and sadness
Is felt ever present but won't bring me down from manic
I don't think I've found the planet I belong on
Yo I'm on one

Yo where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again, nah you'll never f*ckin' see him again
Nah you'll never f*ckin' see him again
Nah you'll never f*ckin' see him again
Nah you'll never f*ckin' see him again

Not even when you're dreaming my friend