The Unthrowboxes
It Feels...
(Verse 1: Mr Candy)
My spirit feels, it feels like a man
You're a gingerbread man so you can run as fast as you can
Get hit by a frying pan
I hope they will be banned for the rest of your clan
The silly man and the moody woman whose ran
At dinner time, I'm gonna eat the beef man
He's a hitman when you enter sandman
On Christmas, I love to eat the snowman
There's a dead body in the garbage can
I just have a plan to be a handyman
You're a waste man, you're not a superman
This is from wilderness to wasteland
We shall command but we shall demand
I'm stressed out and frustrated to withstand
If you need my help, hold my hand
I must take action and make my stand
(Verse 2: Doorclosing)
Slice the chest open and take the cold heart
Blood squirts and then splatters on my art
Buried in the dirt when you're playing in a mud
Rip you apart to fill it up and drink your blood
You'll drown in the pig snort in the pool of flood
Your head hurts when I heard the sound of thud
Learn too hard when you're smart enough
It turns you to a venom when I stab you with a deadly dart
(Verse 3: Doorclosing)
Believe in the sea of black tears covered faces
No place for blackface, that's racist
I got brainless and you got faceless
The dead body is tasteless and wasted
Her love is tainted so she's full of hatred
The demon inside me as tracking the sacred
She got inebriated when she's standing there naked
In the war of annihilation, they got devastated