Great Scott - Last Resort II Lyrics

Cut my life into pieces.
This is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing... Don't give a f*ck, if I cut my arm bleeding.
This is my last resort.
This is my last resort.
Suffocation... Nope, motherf*ck that. I'd rather rip off heads and use their necks as a cum rag.
F*ckin' what a dumbass, who should've just hung-back.
Anyone who gets in my way, gets rearranged into a bloodbath.
So fast - it's an act of quickness, that's sick, kid.
I strike with the force of 140 storms; it's wicked.
I'm white-hot with rhythm, so when the mic drops, it's drippin'.
If I fight, I fight hard. My rhymes are launched with prime-precision.
Eyes with vision, fly as f*ck, with no restrictions.
Wise beyond my years; ride or die, whatever distance.
This is pure persistence, every word and every digit.
Primed and ready, baby... I'm made to score at any minute.
Cut my life into pieces.
This is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing... Don't give a f*ck, if I cut my arm bleeding.
This is my last resort.
This is my last resort.
Man, f*ck the dynamite. This is more like TNT.
Sure to fry your ass, all you need is seasoning.
You stood too close to flames and now your ass is sizzling.
Bitches burn like Icarus, if they dare get close to me.
This happens over, over, and over again...
Broken record; no, you're just a broken bitch, instead.
Talkin' through your teeth to me, those teeth will leave your head. F*ck with friends or family, and you'll meet a savage end.
I don't pretend, real as f*ck until the end.
Can't be broke or bent, your lord's should've sent more men.
I'm bouncing f*ckin' heads just like a bank be bouncing checks.
Loud and tense, that's how a hot-head gets expressed.
Rek!
Cut my life into pieces.
This is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing... Don't give a f*ck, if I cut my arm bleeding.
This is my last resort.
This is my last resort.