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