He sang about love, but hid dark traits
A legend on stage, but off-stage he was weak
Locked young souls in cages and lies
Now he is behind bars, no more freedom, only dreams of old times
He had beats that could make anyone dance
But a woman close to him got to taste his madness, no chance to come to his senses
Now we see straight through the mask, no way back
Once he was the king, now just crap in our rearview mirror, a wreck
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
He was colorful and shouted, but inside a coward
Saw his "friends" as pawns in their own damn game
Now he lives in the shadows, everyone knows what he did
Snitched his way out of everything, and now his saga is lost
The other was a god in his own eyes
But what the hell happened to all his preaching about love and birth?
Stands and scolds the world with its skewed perspective
He lost everything, now we hate his destructive life
And one more, he created empire from street roots
But rumor has it that his hands were dirty and bloody bumps
Played everyone like puppets in his hand
And now we wonder, how much darkness is behind your facade?
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
You thought you could walk over corpses, but we see everything now
None of you get away, your lies have been cracked
No one wants to hear your damn songs anymore
We've had enough, your stories are over, you're living on borrowed time
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
You can hide behind money and fame
But we know what you have done, you have lost your name
So f*ck you all, you sick clowns
You are just a bad memory, we will move on without you!
Blaster of the universe - Silly Little Bitch Lyrics
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He sang about love, but hid dark traits
A legend on stage, but off-stage he was weak
Locked young souls in cages and lies
Now he is behind bars, no more freedom, only dreams of old times
He had beats that could make anyone dance
But a woman close to him got to taste his madness, no chance to come to his senses
Now we see straight through the mask, no way back
Once he was the king, now just crap in our rearview mirror, a wreck
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
He was colorful and shouted, but inside a coward
Saw his "friends" as pawns in their own damn game
Now he lives in the shadows, everyone knows what he did
Snitched his way out of everything, and now his saga is lost
The other was a god in his own eyes
But what the hell happened to all his preaching about love and birth?
Stands and scolds the world with its skewed perspective
He lost everything, now we hate his destructive life
And one more, he created empire from street roots
But rumor has it that his hands were dirty and bloody bumps
Played everyone like puppets in his hand
And now we wonder, how much darkness is behind your facade?
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
You thought you could walk over corpses, but we see everything now
None of you get away, your lies have been cracked
No one wants to hear your damn songs anymore
We've had enough, your stories are over, you're living on borrowed time
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
You can hide behind money and fame
But we know what you have done, you have lost your name
So f*ck you all, you sick clowns
You are just a bad memory, we will move on without you!
A legend on stage, but off-stage he was weak
Locked young souls in cages and lies
Now he is behind bars, no more freedom, only dreams of old times
He had beats that could make anyone dance
But a woman close to him got to taste his madness, no chance to come to his senses
Now we see straight through the mask, no way back
Once he was the king, now just crap in our rearview mirror, a wreck
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
He was colorful and shouted, but inside a coward
Saw his "friends" as pawns in their own damn game
Now he lives in the shadows, everyone knows what he did
Snitched his way out of everything, and now his saga is lost
The other was a god in his own eyes
But what the hell happened to all his preaching about love and birth?
Stands and scolds the world with its skewed perspective
He lost everything, now we hate his destructive life
And one more, he created empire from street roots
But rumor has it that his hands were dirty and bloody bumps
Played everyone like puppets in his hand
And now we wonder, how much darkness is behind your facade?
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
You thought you could walk over corpses, but we see everything now
None of you get away, your lies have been cracked
No one wants to hear your damn songs anymore
We've had enough, your stories are over, you're living on borrowed time
Stupid bastards who destroy themselves
Karma strikes back, you burn in your own hell
No one cares about your fake game anymore
Now your careers are over, you are nothing more
You can hide behind money and fame
But we know what you have done, you have lost your name
So f*ck you all, you sick clowns
You are just a bad memory, we will move on without you!
Writer: Simon Thulander
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid