Descent into. by Red Riley Lyrics
(Verse 1, Red.)
I’m the favourite bastard son of Jeffery Dahmer, Jack The Ripper back in business with the body count of King Ghidorah
Rolling over boarders board your doors murder with no remorse while I’m pillaging you whores villages Uh
Petal to the metal meddling in these matter As you chitter chatter
Red about to spatter in this chatter box
Little momma you crying to your sister before I fist her and eat her up with a side of a little shitty mustard
Mustered up the courage to ask this metal terrorist if his humanity is peering through the rest of these meddlers
Bells chimer as red rapper wrapping this Christmas gift from hell and serving it to you on a silver platter uh
How dapper this man come through with no managers with his king hail headache slapping and fucking banging up
All hail king kush he be the man who be running the whole click until he leave it on a high note
I know you wanna snatch the crown, we’ll come and do it but you better not have that silly mask on
He sings too well, till the bells from the christening brings the cheer as I whisper in these kids ears
Evil thoughts be eating at my inner core and I feel like I’ll die soon if I can’t date another shitty whore
Electric eel, quick shock to hip hop as aggie still complaining about the homophobia and why it should quick stop
Will it flop?
Trying to be the old me so bad that I can’t stop
What a shit song, make it stop
Cut the whole track out and let it rot
Like tick tock or I just might snap
Rat a tat tat
Get your shit clapped
That’s the old me
Aggie you so mad
Fag can I drop that?
The fuck you think I’ll say?
You should wait bitch
Or you can catch this court case
It wasn’t ready and now nobody remembers the shit you gon say
(Verse 2, Red.)
I guess it’s all my fault because I’m not Arian Humanitarian red just be better than everyone coming for me
And I ain’t trying to be on any type of Kanye shit but I thought about killing you, and now Murder on my mind and shit
Look outside and you can see the grave of Brandon Green buried on the side of the highway, that man never wanted me
The only dapper Dan that inherited his looks is aggie and he’s a faggot but tell me that y’all knew that
He’s suicidal and can’t take it when the mild is idle but before I end it imma make it a little genocidal
If the silence can make his mind enter spirals then you better shut up and play these fucking triangles
You ain’t cool, trying to become viral while acting vile like a Viking and raping this mild foster child
While fighting with your mild pile of hostile crocodiles while all the same time mocking my fucking hairstyle
I’m the favourite bastard son of Jeffery Dahmer, Jack The Ripper back in business with the body count of King Ghidorah
Rolling over boarders board your doors murder with no remorse while I’m pillaging you whores villages Uh
Petal to the metal meddling in these matter As you chitter chatter
Red about to spatter in this chatter box
Little momma you crying to your sister before I fist her and eat her up with a side of a little shitty mustard
Mustered up the courage to ask this metal terrorist if his humanity is peering through the rest of these meddlers
Bells chimer as red rapper wrapping this Christmas gift from hell and serving it to you on a silver platter uh
How dapper this man come through with no managers with his king hail headache slapping and fucking banging up
All hail king kush he be the man who be running the whole click until he leave it on a high note
I know you wanna snatch the crown, we’ll come and do it but you better not have that silly mask on
He sings too well, till the bells from the christening brings the cheer as I whisper in these kids ears
Evil thoughts be eating at my inner core and I feel like I’ll die soon if I can’t date another shitty whore
Electric eel, quick shock to hip hop as aggie still complaining about the homophobia and why it should quick stop
Will it flop?
Trying to be the old me so bad that I can’t stop
What a shit song, make it stop
Cut the whole track out and let it rot
Like tick tock or I just might snap
Rat a tat tat
Get your shit clapped
That’s the old me
Aggie you so mad
Fag can I drop that?
The fuck you think I’ll say?
You should wait bitch
Or you can catch this court case
It wasn’t ready and now nobody remembers the shit you gon say
(Verse 2, Red.)
I guess it’s all my fault because I’m not Arian Humanitarian red just be better than everyone coming for me
And I ain’t trying to be on any type of Kanye shit but I thought about killing you, and now Murder on my mind and shit
Look outside and you can see the grave of Brandon Green buried on the side of the highway, that man never wanted me
The only dapper Dan that inherited his looks is aggie and he’s a faggot but tell me that y’all knew that
He’s suicidal and can’t take it when the mild is idle but before I end it imma make it a little genocidal
If the silence can make his mind enter spirals then you better shut up and play these fucking triangles
You ain’t cool, trying to become viral while acting vile like a Viking and raping this mild foster child
While fighting with your mild pile of hostile crocodiles while all the same time mocking my fucking hairstyle