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Angelic Boy - R.A. the Rugged Man Lyrics


[Intro]

Man, I don't know what I'm gonna do anymore! huh

I'm gonna kill



[Verse 1]

I'm 15, my name's Johnny, they say that I'm a sociopath

Cuz I kill squirrels and birds for a hobby

I build backyard bombs, I can teach ya

Aluminum foil and hydrochloric acid from toilet bowl cleaner

Basically girls don't date me, teachers hate me

I'm a pimpled faced loser, been picked on since grade 3

Called enough names, makin' chump change, my blood rains

I wanna punch brains, I wanna cut veins and blow up planes

My sister, she's a known whore, I hate my family

My dad is a cop, that fat pig just don't understand me

Fuck all the slutty loose hoes and cyber bullies and [?] trolls

And rich kids in school makin' fun of my school clothes

Cryin' inside, dyin' inside and my mind is torture

I been diagnosed with more than just anxiety disorder

Every dream I have shattered, every thing dramatic, traumatic

The pain tragic, I wanna be dead, I wanna lay in traffic

Is my brain damaged? I was raised catholic

I prayed in the cathedral to St. Patrick but I'm hated in my age [?]

The kids in the school call me a gay faggot

Mental I'm deadly I'm ready

I'mma make 'em remember my name and won't ever forget me



[Chorus 1]

I'm 15

I wanna be somebody

My name's Johnny

You will remember me



[Verse 2]

My mother love me, she's the only one that didn't judge me

I pledge allegiance to my dick, I hate this fuckin' country

They can die and kiss my dick, piss on the flag, piss on the FED

Fuck any bitch pig with a badge, I'm pissed like a bitch on a rig

I head to a gun freeze on the nights [?]

They put me on Rolling Stones cover like the Boston bomber

Looks like a Norman Rockwell, all American nice seen

I walk in and see kids with their parents eating ice cream

Innocent children smilin' I can't stand 'em like roaches

I got a semi-auto hand gun in the bag of explosives

Sweat drippin' I'm shakin', the trigger fuck it I touch it

The gun goes off I hit this 6-year-old boy in his stomach

He's crying, his mother screamin', she [?] baby on the floor bleedin' ain't nobody leavin', it's time to get even

I start shooting, blood splatters on the curtain fabric

I feel like I'm high on acid

It's the gunpowder explodes in slow mo, the gun flashes

I'm blacking out, I see children folding and blood splashes

Blood on my eyeglasses

Die bastards, gon' cock it, I'm steppin' in my own vomit

I can't believe I'm doin' this, it's too late I'm all in I can't stop it

I disgrace living I'm hate-driven, I see a little girl dying on the floor

And a boy with his face missin'

I keep firin', the pregnant mother gets hit, custom is trippin'

Over bodies runnin' towards the door of the exit

I hear police sirens, I see the cops surrounded me

I notice a hole in my chest and blood flowin' outta me

Vision blurry, I'm frozen, bullets in my body exploding

Blood and sweat soaking, feces and urine in my clothing

Bullet flies through my cheek, a bullet hit my neck, my neck broken

Vomit coming from my mouth I'm spitting up blood, choking

I see flowers growing I feel like I'm floating I see my casket closing

And hear the voices that tortured souls moaning like this



[Chorus]

I'm 15

My name's Johnny

I'll make 'em remember my name



[Verse 3]

The message call some badly harmin'

And become a master of murdering [?]

And you could be the media's personal doll

And they call blacks thugs and Muslims terrorists

But I'm white so they say I couldn't been cured by medication

And therapies

They blame Facebook, blame video games, they blame the pain

They blame the gun on [?], they blame the bullies, this is a blame game

Blame the opposing politician policies

But wait a minute

They blame [?] everybody but me

I'm the one that did it

The conspiracy theorist [?]

Claimin' I was part of a CIA mind control program

I got what I wanted, attention, fame, I'm on TV

No one cares about the names of the victims or their family

I'm the super star, the ratings booster, a media friendly and all the glorification is helping to create the next me

Angelic Boy lyrics !!!