Testo Ask

(Just ask the lonely)
When you feel that you (Ooh)
Can't make it all alone (Ooh)
Remember no one is big enough (Ooh)
To go it alone, oh
(Oh) Just ask the lonely, oh
(Oh) They know the hurt and pain, oh
I go breaking the rules with a white nose
Rhino, stampede through for the title
Psycho, social abuse with my eyes closed
I don’t read the reviews with my high hopes
Yeah, I keep that lip junk steady
Relapse to the passion got my wrist all edgy
Niggas try to act like I can't verse on any
Knifes inside my back I got enough already

It's the raw shit
Might make you nauseous
From my recordings to the mosh pit
Leave your boys haunted
It’s the raw shit
Might make you nauseous From my recordings to the mosh pit
Leave your boys haunted

Beat slayer, never read data
Leave the keep sayers, deep player
I don't need favours, not a deal maker
Real recognise real, I'm a deal breaker
And I build what I fucking build, I don't need favours
Still full of hate from my last song
Spending days inside my head never lasts long
Think of the times when I had none
Nah, fuck that, I don't wanna go back
Yeah, the game is a lie, it's a damn sport
I think I am that venomous snake if it's suits and ties and rat claws
Fuck, let me function again
Cake to make, I fill the plate with hate
And if it's change, I’ll wait, I got the place invaded
Let the space I make create the pain inside faces
I’m a bit deranged, I stay inside and rage
I stay inside and rage
Keep jabbing, chipping away at the atoms
Break patterns, relay states that imagine
New candid, I'm still rested in action
I won’t ever get arrested or batted
Throw fist up like it's 'bout to hit a chin
Got my dogs juiced up, we about to go again
In my life, I'm loved, but I won’t ever sink
In my life, I'm loved, but I won't ever sink
Throw fist up like it's 'bout to hit a chin
Got my dogs juiced up, we about to go again
In my life, I'm loved, but I won't ever sink, fuck

It's the raw shit
Might make you nauseous
From my recordings to the mosh pit
Leave your boys haunted
It's the raw shit
Might make you nauseous
From my recordings to the mosh pit
Leave your boys haunted
Are you awake?
You think that I changed
You think I'm a snake
Well, step back, I might bite ya (eugh!)

Poison (Poison, poison, poison)
Woo, ha! (Woo, ha, woo, ha, woo, ha)
They'll tell you a story of sadness