I'm just saying;

If you beat your wide to a pull in front of your kids

And then literally kidnap the child you share to keep him away from her,

Then refuse to pay off the eviction on the apartment you lost because you beat her senseless in it,

THEN decide you deserve 25% of her income

You're a little pussy ass bitch..

I'm just saying

don't beat your wife, steal the kid

And then file for child support

—What a fucking Pussy.

I don't care what God you believe in

Even atheists get that kind of karma paid in full

Up front

Careful laying curses at your own doorstep

Careful what you say, fake shaman

You just might get it back

Careful who you lay with

And the games you play with heads

Cause bass will roll

It's getting old so

Burn in hell

With your regrets

I said

Amen

420 Starr Michael Roberts 555

You write and carve curses

I reverse them

Your sprite is my highest

My eye the divine

Fine,

Here's your time

—now nobody knows my name.

Now I lay with shapeshifters and hate you every day.

Now I'd rather be away from you

Than have the fame

Anyway,

As I prophesized,

Every time I cry

It digs a deeper grave for you

Not even the baby I gave you could save you

I already forgave you

But I forgot the words to say

—that slays you

Now I'm sick

So sick I can barely get to Hell's Kitchen

Where the devil is

Reminding me I'm irrelevant

Even the villain

Okay then

I guess I'll lighten to the coughs

And eat my cake then

Turns out everything you did and said

Ends in your detriment

Seems that I had woken up from the dead

And now I'm dead again

Everybody's lighting me up

So now I'm red again

And I'll keep playing these drums

Until I'm fred again..

you dumb fucking

but sucking knuckle busting motherfucker

I'm coming for ya

Tell your dad's lawyers to buckle up

Cause The ride's bumpy

—you never loved me.