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