Verse
Gm
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
Gm
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
Gm
That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too (ughhh)
Gm
School flunkie, pill junky
Gm
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Gm
Full of myself, but still hungry
Gm
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
Gm
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
Gm
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
Gm
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Gm
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
Gm
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Gm
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
Gm
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
Gm
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Gm
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
Gm
And understand the discrimination
Gm
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
Gm
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Gm
Don't mistake it for Satan
Gm
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
Gm
And take a vacation to trip abroad
Gm
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Gm
Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?