Second Coming Songtext
von Driven Dylan

I know you′re synthetic
I know you're pathetic
I know you′re so tragic
I know you don't get it

I killed my friends
And I fucked this ho
And I scored some drugs
And I stole some dough

Dropped out of school
And I murdered all my fools
And I'm so fucking gangster
And I′m so fucking cool


Bitch
Gangster
Bitch
Gangster
Bitch
Gangster
Bitch
Gangster

A class model
Role model figure
With my finger on the trigger
When the time comes, they′ll be looking back at me

Got mad respect
Got mad respect
And the amount of respect I give to others
Is just off the charts I bet

Everything I'm singing shouldn′t be ok
Though every single person likes it anyway
I am just a god and bitches are just hoes
Tools for satisfaction yeah and that's the way it goes

It′s so hard to keep up everyday
Such a waste of time
It's the same routine every week