Flatline by Rhxmie Lyrics
[Verse 1: Arsenic]
Cuz, I hate to break it to you, it's unhumorous
Dark are the streets, and the rumors are numerous
I discern 'em, study them and grieve
As in some of them I gots to believe, see?
Luke was arrested for possession
But the thing is drug addiction wasn't one of his obsessions
A blessing in disguise was the neighborhood shorty
Told us that he saw a man in his late forties
Creepin', plantin' drugs in our friend's pocket
Sallow complexion, a damaged eye socket
Hair? Receding. Flair? None
But shorty had no courage to pull out his zip gun
Man, as you alrеady understand
I gotta take the law into my own hands
You'rе the only one who fits the description in my view
Cuz, I hate to break this one in you
[Verse 2: Rhxmie]
Well, hello there, we're in the middle of nowhere
And you're right there sittin' scared on an old chair
Go ahead and read a prayer, I don't care
Let me grab something heavy from under those stairs
Don't stare at me, what, you think I'm happy?
Ha, exactly! Wanna hurt you badly
In fact, we gonna spend some time in here
In the basement, the place with a lot of sick gear
We ain't here to sip beer, things are gettin' weird
Dear, it's time to show you what the real fear is
But not in theory, we get down to practice
Hope you got it clear that no one will distract us
That's the next chapter of the book, yo, look
I'mma getchu shook, I'mma chop you like a cook
With the cleaver, shit, you already feel the fever
Stop screaming, no one can hear it
Best believe I'm sick as hell, mentally
No gettin' out alive, you never meant to be
You've just been sent to me for the death sentencing
This thing is tempting me, yeah, so let's get to it
There's a workbench on your right
I'mma grab a wrench from it and swing it like that
I'm about to see how you will spit your teeth out
And don't you please scream loud unless you wanna bleed out
More than you already do, I'mma grab a screw
And a screwdriver too and drive it through your palm, ouu
That hurts, ain't it? Bitch, stop complaining!
You know, maybe, yeah, just maybe
I will let you go if you behave and don't play me
But don't blame me, I'd rather you stayed here
I got something right inside of me, it's guiding me
And telling me that probably I will be the guy
That will be driving your dead body out of here
In a body bag, how about that?
Yeah, I like that, hope you like that too
If you don't then I won't let you outta here soon
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, needa see this whiny ho
Bleeding lying dying slow, beggin' me to stop the show
I don't know and I ain't sure if I want this now or no
Prolly gonna wait until this fucker passes out, oh
Wait, what? I can't hear
Could you please say that once again loud and clear?
You prolly miss a dozen teeth in your mouth
But don't worry now, I'll take the rest of them out
You know, dentistry's the type of industry
That has so many instruments for it, that's kinda interesting
But I'mma simplify it, that implies the pliers
And a lot of cryin', bitch, I'm tired of this entire thing
And it's crazy, you know, I'm kinda lazy
To do it carefully, grab your hair, pull it
Put the toolie in, grab a tooth and move it
Back and forth and pull it one by one, I do it
Like it's a scene from a scary movie
Never knew he would bleed so fucking much, screw it
Stuff a handful of nails in his mouth and make him chew it
Something else is looming, wonder whatcha say to it?
Look at you, you're a beauty, why you look so gloomy?
Wait up, I'mma grab a grater with some sandpaper
Rub it on your face just in case and make the pain greater
What are you afraid of? Just tell me
Hell, he can't even yell "Help me!", mothafucka's dealt with
What, you thought that's all? Well, if you say so
I'mma start a chainsaw and saw you fucking face off
Hold on, I got a better idea
It might be a bit cornier than your sore cornea
'Cause your skin torn three or four times near it
This is it, you misfit, last chance, you missed it
Nothing's gonna fix it, this is it, it gets lit
Gonna see ya wrists slit, since I'm on some sick shit
Got a rusty bradawl to stab all the people lethally
Twenty-three wounds appeared here immediately
Now your body weakening as I'm speaking
I see the blood leaking, fuck, I'm a freak and
What a creepy weekend, trunk lid squeak
Should I take you to the creek or the cliffs near the beacon?
Gonna leave you there sleepin'
Deep in the water where you can't breathe in
Take a look at you for the last time
There's something in your chest, oh, that's mine
But you can keep it right there, yeah, that's fine
And that's why you ain't even moving, yeah, flatline
Cuz, I hate to break it to you, it's unhumorous
Dark are the streets, and the rumors are numerous
I discern 'em, study them and grieve
As in some of them I gots to believe, see?
Luke was arrested for possession
But the thing is drug addiction wasn't one of his obsessions
A blessing in disguise was the neighborhood shorty
Told us that he saw a man in his late forties
Creepin', plantin' drugs in our friend's pocket
Sallow complexion, a damaged eye socket
Hair? Receding. Flair? None
But shorty had no courage to pull out his zip gun
Man, as you alrеady understand
I gotta take the law into my own hands
You'rе the only one who fits the description in my view
Cuz, I hate to break this one in you
[Verse 2: Rhxmie]
Well, hello there, we're in the middle of nowhere
And you're right there sittin' scared on an old chair
Go ahead and read a prayer, I don't care
Let me grab something heavy from under those stairs
Don't stare at me, what, you think I'm happy?
Ha, exactly! Wanna hurt you badly
In fact, we gonna spend some time in here
In the basement, the place with a lot of sick gear
We ain't here to sip beer, things are gettin' weird
Dear, it's time to show you what the real fear is
But not in theory, we get down to practice
Hope you got it clear that no one will distract us
That's the next chapter of the book, yo, look
I'mma getchu shook, I'mma chop you like a cook
With the cleaver, shit, you already feel the fever
Stop screaming, no one can hear it
Best believe I'm sick as hell, mentally
No gettin' out alive, you never meant to be
You've just been sent to me for the death sentencing
This thing is tempting me, yeah, so let's get to it
There's a workbench on your right
I'mma grab a wrench from it and swing it like that
I'm about to see how you will spit your teeth out
And don't you please scream loud unless you wanna bleed out
More than you already do, I'mma grab a screw
And a screwdriver too and drive it through your palm, ouu
That hurts, ain't it? Bitch, stop complaining!
You know, maybe, yeah, just maybe
I will let you go if you behave and don't play me
But don't blame me, I'd rather you stayed here
I got something right inside of me, it's guiding me
And telling me that probably I will be the guy
That will be driving your dead body out of here
In a body bag, how about that?
Yeah, I like that, hope you like that too
If you don't then I won't let you outta here soon
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, needa see this whiny ho
Bleeding lying dying slow, beggin' me to stop the show
I don't know and I ain't sure if I want this now or no
Prolly gonna wait until this fucker passes out, oh
Wait, what? I can't hear
Could you please say that once again loud and clear?
You prolly miss a dozen teeth in your mouth
But don't worry now, I'll take the rest of them out
You know, dentistry's the type of industry
That has so many instruments for it, that's kinda interesting
But I'mma simplify it, that implies the pliers
And a lot of cryin', bitch, I'm tired of this entire thing
And it's crazy, you know, I'm kinda lazy
To do it carefully, grab your hair, pull it
Put the toolie in, grab a tooth and move it
Back and forth and pull it one by one, I do it
Like it's a scene from a scary movie
Never knew he would bleed so fucking much, screw it
Stuff a handful of nails in his mouth and make him chew it
Something else is looming, wonder whatcha say to it?
Look at you, you're a beauty, why you look so gloomy?
Wait up, I'mma grab a grater with some sandpaper
Rub it on your face just in case and make the pain greater
What are you afraid of? Just tell me
Hell, he can't even yell "Help me!", mothafucka's dealt with
What, you thought that's all? Well, if you say so
I'mma start a chainsaw and saw you fucking face off
Hold on, I got a better idea
It might be a bit cornier than your sore cornea
'Cause your skin torn three or four times near it
This is it, you misfit, last chance, you missed it
Nothing's gonna fix it, this is it, it gets lit
Gonna see ya wrists slit, since I'm on some sick shit
Got a rusty bradawl to stab all the people lethally
Twenty-three wounds appeared here immediately
Now your body weakening as I'm speaking
I see the blood leaking, fuck, I'm a freak and
What a creepy weekend, trunk lid squeak
Should I take you to the creek or the cliffs near the beacon?
Gonna leave you there sleepin'
Deep in the water where you can't breathe in
Take a look at you for the last time
There's something in your chest, oh, that's mine
But you can keep it right there, yeah, that's fine
And that's why you ain't even moving, yeah, flatline