| I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed |
| When the world gives you a raw deal |
| Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!" |
| When it talks to you like you don't belong |
| Or tells you you're in the wrong field |
| When's something's in your mitochondrial |
| 'Cause it latched on to you, like— |
|
| Knock knock, let the devil in |
| Malevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin' |
| This medicine's screamin', "L-l-l-let us in!" |
| L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe |
| Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago |
| Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin' |
| Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent |
| Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa |
| Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants |
| And blew up my-my-myself again |
| Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin |
| Medal win, went from Hellmann's and being rail thin |
| Filet-o-Fish, to Scribble Jam and Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik |
| How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida |
| Proof's room slept on floor of the motel then |
| Dr. Dre said "hell yeah!" |
| And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man |
| And I know they're gonna hate |
| But I don't care, I barely could wait |
| To hit them with the snare and the bass |
| Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced |
| Because they're gonna taste my— |
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| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum |
| Venom, not knowin' when I'm |
| Ever gonna slow up and I'm |
| Ready to snap any moment I'm |
| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em |
| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em |
| (W-w-when they get bitten with the—) |
| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum |
| Venom, not knowin' when I'm |
| Ever gonna slow up and I'm |
| Ready to snap any moment I'm |
| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em |
| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em |
| (W-w-when they get bit with the—) |
|
| I said knock knock, let the devil in |
| Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen |
| Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one |
| I-i-it's evident I'm not done |
| V-venomous, the thought spun |
| Like your web and you just caught in 'em |
| Held against your will like a hubcap or a mud flap |
| Be strangled or attacked |
| So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap |
| Eat painkiller pills, fuck a blood track |
| Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick |
| Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, end up crashin' |
| Into ya, the back of it is just mangled steel |
| My Mustang and your Jeep Wrangler grill |
| With the front smashed in, much as my rear fender, assassin |
| Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi |
| Translation, I will probably kill us both |
| When I end up back in India |
| You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to you |
| When you're bit with the— |
|
| Venom, adrenaline momentum |
| Venom, not knowin' when I'm |
| Ever gonna slow up and I'm |
| Ready to snap any moment I'm |
| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em |
| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em |
| (W-w-when they get bitten with the—) |
| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum |
| Venom, not knowin' when I'm |
| Ever gonna slow up and I'm |
| Ready to snap any moment I'm |
| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em |
| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em |
| (W-w-when they get bit with the—) |
|
| I said knock knock, let the devil in |
| Alien, E-E-Elliot phone home |
| Ain't no telling when this chokehold |
| On this game will end, I'm loco |
| Became a Symbiote, so |
| My fangs are in your throat, ho |
| You're snake-bitten with my—venom |
| With the ballpoint pen I'm |
| Gun cock, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot |
| Tied for the uppercut, tie a couple knots |
| Fired up a Glock, fire, juggernaut |
| Punk rock, bitches goin' down like Yung Joc |
| 'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock |
| Why the fuck not? You only get one shot |
| Ate shit 'til I can't taste it |
| Chased it with straight liquor |
| Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint |
| And I wake with a headache |
| And I take anything in rectangular shape |
| Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to |
| 'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you |
| So escapin' me is impossible |
| I latch onto you like a—parasite |
| And I probably ruined your parents' life |
| And your childhood too |
| 'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on |
| I'm responsible for you retarded fools |
| I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to |
| You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you |
| And I'm the suit, so call me— |
|
| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum |
| Venom, not knowin' when I'm |
| Ever gonna slow up and I'm |
| Ready to snap any moment I'm |
| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em |
| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em |
| (W-w-when they get bitten with the—) |
| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum |
| Venom, not knowin' when I'm |
| Ever gonna slow up and I'm |
| Ready to snap any moment I'm |
| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em |
| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em |
| (W-w-when they get bit with the—) |