BOSOZOKU
WHOKILLEDXIX Lyrics

Oh God, I need a head rush, uh
I need a thrill or a rush of adrenaline.

And those boys don't party like us, nah
Those people are not as wild or party as hard as us.

My voice is raw from my cigar
My throat is irritated from smoking a cigar.

Now I'm golden, I'm ghostin'
Now I'm feeling great and slipping away unnoticed.

Often, you can hear me say in songs that I'm strapped
I often mention in my music that I'm carrying a weapon.

Because I've always got a bomb ticking down in my jacket
I am always ready to explode in a violent way in my jacket.

I don't fucking hesitate, your whole block can get leveled
I act without hesitation, and your entire neighborhood can be destroyed.

I'm a Godsend, but sometimes, I do work for the devil
I am a good person, but occasionally I do work for evil purposes.

I'm a punk rock terrorist, think I need a therapist
I am a subversive force who may require psychological help.

So fucking nefarious, I never been scared of shit
I am extremely sinister and have never been afraid of anything.

If I spare your life, you better praise my generosity
If I let you live, you should be grateful for my mercy.

If I want you dead, there ain't no use calling the cops on me
If I want you dead, the authorities won't be able to stop me.

Tell me, can you see the future?
Can you predict what will happen next?

Answer me one question
Give me a response to a query.

Will I ever die?
Will I ever pass away?

Pastor, answer me a question
Religious leader, respond to my inquiry.

Can I destroy heaven if I'm still alive?
Is it possible for me to cause destruction to paradise while still living?

I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just want to do something wild and crazy.

Jaden on my mixtape, blood drips on my griptape
I have Jaden Smith on my music mixtape, and blood is staining my skateboard grip tape.

My wrist is all scarred, but I swear to God, my fists ain't
My wrists have scars from fighting, but I assure you, my hands are not injured.

My world is on fire, look around like I ain't did this
My life is chaotic, but I act like I am not responsible for the chaos.

I see the concrete getting closer, imma kiss it
I am about to fall on the ground and I accept it as an inevitability.

I just wanna a whip with bass that's louder than the kick, uh
I desire a car with a sound system that has extremely loud bass.

Double cross the clique and we just fucking on your bitch, uh
If you betray our group, we will have sexual relations with your partner.

Find us in the pit, swinging fists, then you get hit, uh
You will find us in the mosh pit, throwing punches, and you may get hit.

Catch a pussy lacking, get to scrapping then I dip, uh
If I catch a vulnerable person, I will fight them then leave quickly.

Tell me, can you see the future? (Oh God, I need a head rush, uh)
Can you predict what will happen next? (I need a thrill or a rush of adrenaline.)

Answer me one question (and those boys don't party like us, nah, voice is raw from my cigar, now I'm ghost)
Give me a response to a query. (Those people are not as wild or party as hard as us, my throat is irritated from smoking a cigar, now I'm slipping away unnoticed.)

Will I ever die? (Huh, huh)
Will I ever pass away? (I am feeling unsure or skeptical.)

Pastor, answer me a question (Oh God, I need a head rush, huh, and those boys don't—)
Religious leader, respond to my inquiry. (I need a thrill or a rush of adrenaline, and those people don't...)

Can I destroy heaven if I'm still alive? (—Party like us, nah, my voice is raw from my cigar, now I'm golden, I'm ghostin')
Is it possible for me to cause destruction to paradise while still living? (Those people don't party as hard as us, my throat is irritated from smoking a cigar, now I'm great and slipping away unnoticed.)