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