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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.