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You think you got a handle on me,

think you got rid of me like I was a rash,

rub some cream on me and bye-bye I go,

well I got some cream for you,

coming shooting at you at 60mph,

get your seatbelt on, brace for impact,

you thought flies on the windshield were hard to get rid of?

You got bullshit coming out your mouth like vomit,

flashing your teeth like you got no fucking shame,

but guess what?, feel the shame, you deserve it,

criticising me when your own life is a hellhole.

Well, I’m back to shit on your little parade,

your day in the sun blowing a blizzard,

so stand back bitches, my guns are on fire.

You got trouble tattooed on all your knuckles,

you fucking freak, nature ain’t been kind to you,

moles on your face, little mountains of cancer.

I’m about to fuck up your world, laying it bare,

gonna make you cry all the way home

and have you masturbate to kiddy porn in the dark.

I have a deathplan, you motherfuckers are going down,

burning in the fire you yourselves started.