Kill or Be Killed - Spite

It’s kill or be fucking killed

Yeah

Give it up

Yeah

Exhausted from pathetic fucking try-hards disgracing the hustle

A bunch of narcissistic look-at-me's false claiming the rulers throne

Do you have a single thing to offer that’s not a trend

Or that has not been done before?

Another complaint over saturating my home

You had made yourself a sheep

Yeah, these fuckers always want to be a victim

So come on let’s put their blood onto the table

I would rather lead the pack of wolves

Weed out the weak let them make our bellies full

It’s kill or be fucking killed

No room to inhale

Leave nothing for you scavenger fucks

I am not flattered

I am honestly fucking insulted

So fuck off

I am king of this jungle and I sentence you to death

I am leader of this pack and we are hunting

We are aiming for your fucking neck

Carefully crafted social personas

Do you even know who the fuck you are?

Another no one trying to get a play at my game

Fuck out of my face you’re entitled to nothing

People pleasers, ass kissers, and fucking leeches

Are not welcome in this cult

We are all-seeing, soul-eating, fear-nothing beings

Walk with me

This is the outsiders' rise

Let the weak ones all die