Bad Company
DVSR Lyrics

I've been waiting for this shit to erupt
I've been anticipating this situation to erupt

In a glass shell, been rocking back and forth for a month
I've been anxiously waiting in a vulnerable state for a month

I can't remember the name of a coward only the pain and the scars gained contour the veins, brother
I can't recall the name of a coward, but the pain and scars have left a permanent impression

I put the rank on my back
I wear my status proudly

Let the information sink when you gaze at the facts
Take a closer look and absorb the facts

I'll be waiting for the double headed snake and the rat
I'm ready for any deceitful situation

I keep a terror attack style like cyrax blowing up the mass, mask on (What)
I have a style of terror attack, like Cyrex, with a mask on

I'm in a class above a black belt just like a master
I have mastered my craft above traditional black belt levels

Bow to disaster
Recognize the danger and submit to it

Sipping blood dripping from a dagger
I'm lapping up the blood from a weapon

Relax like two fat hits of blue magic
I'm as calm as someone who has had a good dose of drugs

Raised by the classics
My upbringing taught me the traditional ways

First release on repeat, turn them all into addicts
My first release has hooked them all

You can't fuck with my clique
You cannot challenge my group

Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch
I am angry and frustrated with the world, evident by my scarred fists

When you're living in a state of mind you can't fix
When you're stuck in a mental state and can't change it

You know I feel Charismatic the way I open my veins in the attic
I exude charisma even when revealing my vulnerabilities in the attic

Feeling of madness in the court of low thinking I'm in the court with a racquet, bringing the racket
The feeling of madness in a low place is similar to playing tennis in court, bringing chaos

Disturbing the peace, what a feat, the fraek of nature Birthed my desease
Disrupting peace is a unique accomplishment for me, as it is part of my nature and caused my internal turmoil

Alert to all threats, fuck these figures I'm a hone in the skills
I'm vigilant to all dangers as I train and improve my skills

A clone in the hills, propose and sacrifice for the youth
I am one of many people in the hills, but I am willing to give my all for the younger generation

Admitting the world except your fucking punk crew
I am willing to accept the world apart from my close group

I'm a break through with the clique Bleeding out the motherfucking crevice in the mist
I'm ready to break barriers with my group, bleeding out of hiding from the mist

Surfacing the level of psychopath I'm talking to a motherfucking bitch
I'm revealing the level of my psychopathic tendencies while talking to someone who doesn't deserve my respect

I need to relocate the grips Re arrange the cheekbonen, jow, gotta list (list) Open that wound if you need another lesson from a brother like this
I need to change the way I hold things, rearrange my facial features, and even inflict wounds if it means teaching a lesson

Step in line with the rest of the filth (filth)
Join along with the rest of the undesirable group

Oh no, can't be controlled, step back or fold
I can't be controlled, so either step back or back down

The gift of rhythm; still it wasn't given to'em
I have the gift of rhythm, but others don't

Your better pay your respects Put them hands in disposals and laugh at the mess Panic or distress
You better show me respect; put your hands up and laugh at the aftermath. Otherwise, face the consequences and panic

Linear graphs predict where I rest I digress, my minds air locked inside a chest (yo)
My fate can easily be predicted by linear graphs, but my mind is trapped within my chest and keeps me in a mental prison

Everlasting, circumnavigating to find the action Periodical visions of distractions To understand the meaning of what's happened
I'm constantly searching for action and occasionally getting sidetracked. I'm trying to make sense of what has happened

They asking, "How do we develop what you mastered?" It originated in our deepest fear of falling backwards And we will arise from the ashes Evolded; four blacks souls the eyes matching
They're asking me how to achieve what I've already mastered, but it all stemmed from our fear of failure. We'll come back stronger and evolved, with four black souls and matching eyes

You dwelling in the past speaking latin Attract the metal scene like a magnet Oh please, now extract the waste that has gathered
You're stuck in the past speaking an irrelevant language, attracting the metal scene like a magnet. Get rid of the waste you've accumulated