Sleepers lyrics
Intro
Fuck you bitches, y’all Mike’s puppets
Control you bitches…
For free!
Verse 1
Crazy as fucking guns, tanks, and antagonists but can’t top with real psychos
Like a fucking bulldog, I come and attack any bitch, sense them with my nose
Fuck you if don’t ever relate, only some guys know
Like some army soldiers, but some use violence for domestic abuse
Pulse and veins grow fucking thigh as fuck like some tree roots
The dick or the knife, which one do you choose?
Kill any motherfucka, squash the beef in a violent way
Bitch, let go of the fucking phone, don’t bring in our place
Say your lifes always been gray, so it's time for you to be slayed
Every fucking desiable kill is like a surprise, yay
Used to fucking piss off bitches back in my day
Now I’m doing them with violence, technical moves my way
Chorus
Sleepers, sleepers, creatures, believers
Sleepers, sleepers, finders keepers, losers
Beat up, every three months, seizures
Blood on the sneakers, from violent procedures
Kick, punch, hammer to that fucking sleepers
If you manage to survive, leave you stuck with a flashback
Verse 2
Fuck your boyfriend with the fucking Mr. Adam’s apple
Give him a fucking tackle, but the tackle was mean’t for a battle
Landed his head on brick, more blood than Mr. Orange, for example
If love isn’t the fucking thing I can’t handle
Then I’ll put on my sick instincts, bash you repeatedly with the door handle
Like an alcoholic, I’ll be fucked up but when it comes to fights
Mike will always fucking win
Take drugs, feeling dizzy, the world is mines but it spins
With all the murders I’m doing or ordering, I’m like a fucking Kingpin
Hate most of them that go as far to fucking lace them
Drop you off the my perverted fucking friend
Give him a great time till’ the sedition finally ends
You wake up to me, instead next him in the bed
Chorus
Sleepers, sleepers, creatures, believers
Sleepers, sleepers, finders keepers, losers
Beat up, every three months, seizures
Blood on the sneakers, from violent procedures
Kick, punch, hammer to that fucking sleepers
If you manage to survive, leave you stuck with a flashback
Verse 3
Mike puts his last fucking verse but I will never stop killing, I admit it
This bullet before I put it had no where to fucking fit
Could of fucking dropped skit where I go on to swing a hit
Your parents didn’t want you because of behaviors like me, sucks to admit
Never went to proms cause when I headed, I wasted the time of this outfit
These whores never heard of a misfit like Mike
While children were relying on Like Mike, womens complains I dislike
Smoke a cigarette and on purpose throw it to Martha
Or blow the smoke to her fucking face till’ the mascara comes out
I’m not the crazy one, Am I? Motherfucka rather defend her
While she is raising her hand up to college, bitch put your hand down!
The only thing you’ll learn is how to be a fucking amateur
Fuck you bitch!
Chorus
Sleepers, sleepers, creatures, believers
Sleepers, sleepers, finders keepers, losers
Beat up, every three months, seizures
Blood on the sneakers, from violent procedures
Kick, punch, hammer to that fucking sleepers
If you manage to survive, leave you stuck with a flashback
Outro
I’m done, off this mic
I’m ready to play, heading outside
Have some fun (ha ha ha)
