Kill The King (feat. Deacon The Villain) [prod. by Kno]
[Verse 1: Sadistik] I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy, exorcise the demon’s noise I got inside Set my sight to “seek/destroy” and watch ‘em die I’ve yet to find a decent void, to occupy So I modified my face a bit to get inside this place again My voice is feeling hoarse—I let it fly and call it Pegasus So you can take your pick and pick your perk or poison While I play the prick again to pin your picture perfect ploy on No—I won’t say I’m getting stronger ‘Cause what doesn’t kill me only makes me wait a little longer Play the Chupacabra when I take a few more shots of All the Jamey, booze and vodka ‘til I change into a monster And somehow, it’s so real to me Philistine think-patterns that I fight until I bleed Still I weave dreamcatchers just so I can steal your dreams Eyedea told me, “Kill the king”—I don’t feel a thing now
[Hook: Deacon the Villain] I give up everything I’ve ever had Give up everything I’ll ever be Throughout my life, I’ve done the illest things To pay that price, I gotta kill the king Give up everything you’ve ever had Give up everything you’ll ever be Throughout your life, you’ve done the illest things To pay that price, we gotta kill the king (kill the king)
[Verse 2: Sadistik] Why am I alone, feeling violent inside my skull? It’s all golden, the silence that is mine to own Dianetics, I suppose, side-effects of highs and lows Ups and downs, come around, spider webs inside my home I hope you miss me when I leave And not beautify my path until I’m getting old and weak In the suicide capital, the city full of grief breeds Do-or-die passion for the vitriol I speak Man I love it, come find me mastering the puppets In a public—confined, I’m laughing at the others Six million ways to fly, so choose one I tried to wing it and failed, until I grew some I’m looking at the world through these rose-colored glasses And concluded that it’s only full of low-budget actors With their slow cuts and bad scripts, I’ll play the recluse Yeah I could probably show you the ropes—in the shape of a noose (so hang in there)