Defeat (From "Friday Night Funkin' Vs Impostor") [Metal Version] - Anjer

I know it's been a week, I know it's not been long But I'm already past the point of no return I've got you on a loop, I've got you in my head A chemical reaction, a flashback to your bed Waiting for your call I can feel my body shaking Calm before the storm Let it take me, I embrace it You stirred somethin' in me I admit defeat Won't be thinking 'bout anything at all tonight, but You, oh, oh Anything at all, but You, oh, oh Anything at all, but you So tell me when you're out And tell me where to go Of course, you have my body But now you've got my soul You drive me to distraction, run me off the road You crash into my mind, I'm ready to explode Waiting for your call I can feel my body shaking Calm before the storm Let it take me, I embrace it You stirred somethin' in me I admit defeat Won't be thinking 'bout anything at all tonight, so Wrap yourself 'round me I admit defeat Won't be thinking 'bout anything at all tonight but You, oh, oh Anything at all, but You, oh, oh Anything at all 'cause You're the only voice in my head I can hear you speaking, louder than I'm thinking Hang on every word that you said Drive me to distraction, drive me to distraction You're the only voice in my head I can hear you speaking, louder than I'm thinking Hang on every word that you said Drive me to distraction, drive me to distraction You stirred somethin' in me I admit defeat Won't be thinking 'bout anything at all tonight, so Wrap yourself 'round me I admit defeat Won't be thinking 'bout anything at all tonight but You, oh, oh Anything at all, but You, oh, oh Anything at all, but you Anything at all, but you Anything at all, but you

Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister It's him with the, been with the, mic's next to kin with the Lyrical assassinate like toxic waste Rocks is base, matches I burn up in your face Travel through eons, mentally to spit it viciously Slapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiously They slipping B, snippin' the, mic styles they slippery A golden aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore the Monumental essence, which crowds wish to adore the Shimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, Tiffany Sages when they meditate, prism filling my imagery Subliminally, thoughts I set it, synchronistically The intricacy, complex levels my entity No stopping me, I'm rocking the, hip-hop philosophy Drummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omni-potent 9 9 styles I keep it flowing Randomly flip on bystanders Blowing up the spot Randomly flip Take control And represent Poisonous, venom yes, when I bless the mic and structure Supreme ultimate conductor, eruption Type flow, lyrical lava, torching up foes Nuff combustion when I'm crushing, like Big Pun Who's the one who makes the kids run? Stun like stun guns, son, I hit your Fulcrum Seas of MC's I part, and some may call it Biblical Steady causing damage with words, and even syllables Audio, it's too militious, call it vicious No time for battling, competition I'm shattering Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual Something I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas You're to your knees, like hit by a disease It's Afu, you know who, I'm coming faster Pay attention, 'cause it's worldwide disaster Randomly flip on bystanders Blowing up the spot Randomly flip Take control And represent Randomly flip on bystanders Blowing up the spot Randomly flip Take control And represent Listen up, now class was in session, stop fessing Worshiping cars, clothes and weapons Your reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nistic Weak-ass, character misfits You know it wouldn't, last forever with endeavors Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed Recaptivated, by the new heads of state Whose lyrical ideologies uncover fallacies And dynasties constructed by the morbid I knew it took time, but time it took to floor it The next centennial, will start with minimal Microphone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecile Lyrical content, for devilishment Body of the life-force, styles be heaven-sent Randomly flip on bystanders Blowing up the spot Randomly flip Take control And represent Randomly flip on bystanders Blowing up the spot Randomly flip Take control And represent

I won't write a song To tell the world that you're gone To tell the world of all your wrongs I won't pen a rhyme To justify this wasted time To immortalize this great demise No not this time There ain't nothing sweet In this here defeat To inspire a melody to repeat And you joked you'd get The best of from me So very wrong You won't even get a song I won't write a song So you can show all your friends I wasn't the one The thought that you might just sing along It's just sick and wrong Nothing more to be said No sensitive lines to honor the dead Or how you were terrible in bed No more to be said So I've tried again But this times not the same You won't know my pain In a gentle refrain And you joked you'd get The "best of" from me So very wrong You won't even get a song There ain't nothing sweet In this here defeat To inspire a melody to repeat And you joked you'd get The best of from me So very wrong You won't even get a song

One, I'm tripping literally, I should be dishwashing 'Cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing Go ahead and ask my bosses, they'll tell you that Im clumsy I'll probably fall into your fist, so you don't have to punch me Two, I'm vegetarian so I don't want no beef You've lost expensive jewelry, I've lost my crooked teeth I sing in church choir, my daddy is a reverend I tried to be a gansta, but my curfew was eleven Three, I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud Do my homework every night, then coming to this rowdy crowd I signed a full on battle, filled in all the basics But when they saw it was me, they put me on the wait list Four, I run from bullies in the streets, I don't know how to fight I don't throw lefts or rights, I just slap, sprint and write I'm skinny all scrawny arms and a tiny chest Shoot I could hide behind that pole if I just hold my breath Five, my apron look like a drees I should twirl around like a pretty princess I'm not a busboy I'm a waitress But I can't get the drink right, taste test Let me find whose around, those your guests My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip My shoes don't fit, they hand me down From the salvation army right downtown When I walk into the room the lights go down I'm so ugly mom won't hug me And that's ten better disses than you I beat myself some you couldn't do