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letra de anxiety attack (slowed & chopped) - chuckklez

[intro: chuckklez]
dj lil sprite
when i was seventeen i sold my soul to the devil
’cause i couldn’t f-cking stand around my life at this level
i’m always having anxiety filling up inside of me
from all this f-cking oppression and this stupid-ass reality
i can’t even think straight, i can’t even eat
i always feel like sh-t and i haven’t slept-in for a week
this industry is getting worse, i feel i’m ’bout to f-cking burst
you better put me in a straitjacket, about to go berserk
[verse 1: chuckklez]
i feel like i’ve been falling in the flaming pits of
i feel like i’ve been falling in the flaming pits of h-ll
from this god d-mn society that never does well
i feel like i’ve been falling in the flaming pits of h-ll
from this god d-mn society that never does well
it took away my dignity and it took away my sanity
the only things it gave me were sadness to anxiety
i have no family and i got no friends
they always like to spit on me for no f-cking reason
and think-and think i’m just a freak that doesn’t deserve the praise
so they made my life miserable and left me on the concrete
and all-and all of a sudden in my head my brain started to crack
and my ang-and my anger started to fill up, i feel i’m ’bout to snap
so i’m sear-so i’m searching for this sh-thead, whoever made my life miserable
and what i’m ’bout to do to him is not gonna be reasonable
i wrote-i wrote all their names down, one-by-one
i start-i started with my ex-girlfriend, i’m gonna have some fun
i sneak-i sneaked around her house again, burst in through her window-ow-ow
stabbing her repeatedly like a f-cking sicko
her eyes are rolling back again, her body was getting cold
then i chop-then i chopped her f-cking head off and i’m gonna burn your home
now i mark-now i marked her off the list, only a hundred more to go
homicide-icide and suicide and my mind is starting to grow
these voices in my head already told me where these b-tches at
so i got my hit-list and i’m gonna bring my favorite axe
so you motherf-ckers better run and hide
’cause i’m coming for your asses and i’m gonna take your lives
[chorus: chuckklez]
i’m going on a k!lling spree, you better run away from me
i’m going f-cking crazy, dude, anxieties are k!lling me
murder’s the only thing that always keeps me relaxed
so you better watch your back when my anxiety attacks
i’m making these p-ssies bleed for everything they did to me
and now they just realized they shoulda never f-cked with me
you better lock your doors ’cause i’m coming down your street
and you’re on my f-cking hit-list, so be prepared to be deceased

[verse 2: chuckklez]
i’m searching for my next victim, he used to be my friend
sear-sear-searching for my next victim
sear-sear-sear-sear-sear-searching for next victim, he used to by my friend
then he stabbed me in the back and started scr-w-ng my old girlfriend
and now-and now i finally found him on the streets with another b-tch
i came out from the darkness, swung the axe into his f-cking chin
then he-then he fell onto the ground and his b-tch just started screaming
i sliced her f-cking throat out, then her neck, one started bleeding
i’m laugh-i’m laughing like a psycho ’cause i completely lost my sanity
anxiety is kicking in, it’s starting to drive me crazy
the only-the only way to make it go away is when i k!ll
’cause that’s the only thing that helps, ain’t taking lousy nyquil pills
i’m tired-i’m tired of going to therapy ’cause that sh-t doesn’t even help me
and the dude’s a real d-ckhead, likes to make me f-cking angry
so i bashed the f-ggot’s head and i marked him off the list
now there’s only one more left who is about to be dismissed
and it’s you who is next, and i’m right outside your door
so you better not answer or you’re about to be a corpse
[chorus: chuckklez]
i’m going on a k!lling spree, you better run away from me
i’m going f-cking crazy, dude, anxieties are k!lling me
murder’s the only thing that always keeps me relaxed
so you better watch your back when my anxiety attacks
i’m making these p-ssies bleed for everything they did to me
and now they just realized they shoulda never f-cked with me
you better lock your doors ’cause i’m coming down your street
and you’re on my f-cking hit-list, so be prepared to be deceased

- chuckklez

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