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) Just ask the lonely (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 favors, need a deal maker Real recognize real, I'm a deal breaker And I build what I fucking build, I don't need favors 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