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alex almighty - lost control lyrics

here we go again, it’s time for me to get inside the booth
’cause where this sh#t is headed, you won’t ever get a bit of truth
i’m the up and coming so just bow before your king
kept you waiting too long, so here’s the message that i bring
oh what’s that, little b#tch? feeling trapped in a cage?
you scared almighty’s gonna let out his rage?
i’m not a evil spirit nor am i demon in disguise
but you know i’m gonna take off and fly
yeah i’m back to raise some h#ll in this game
and press the issue on these f#ggots talking down on my name
you never wanted me to diss you, yet you sleep on my flames?
the carolina boy is raising some cain, so feel my rage
i ain’t steppin’ back from n0body, so give me a swing
and show the world that you can back up everything that you tweet
oh, what’s the problem? twitter fingers got you sh#ttin’ your sheets?
instead of fighting one on one you’d rather tweet with your team?
between me and you, computers do not punch with a fist
and yet you run your little mouth, ’cause you a punk ass b#tch
i’m taking aim at the critics and i will never miss
you step to me, i’ll leave you dead in a ditch with broken ribs
this is not a f#cking game ’cause i am dead ass serious
wicked delirious, crazy like an emcee lyricist
stuck on your period, all because almighty’s superior
you are inferior, sick and probably full of bacteria
get away from me, i don’t want your bad vibes
you probably some other dude sit and tell you i’m a bad guy
listen close, yeah i’ve made my mistakes
but i’ll be d#mned if the critics are deciding my fate
really, the only time i’m mentioned is when people are mad
i go and mind my f#cking business, then i’m getting attacked
f#ck your anger and aggression, dude just get off my ass
i only wanna be myself, is that too much to be asked?
i’ll put these haters in a body bag with organs detached
and probably toss em’ in the oven, by the limb and the batch
then get to baking all their fingers so they can’t even scratch
you probably thought i’m mediocre, but you’re meeting your match
let’s label the facts, i’m young, dumb, stupid, insane
but i will never sell my soul just for dollars or fame
i get inebriated so much that i swerve in the road
you better take the f#cking wheel, i think i’ve lost my control

- alex almighty lyrics

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