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