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I said I'm never living like this Here we go, heat the knife Maybe end up dead Notice, everyone's a little red Could it be? Could it be? Could it be that you Faked it just to push a narrative? Hide your kids, hide your wife I'm about to play God I've made a lot of enemies, and I want their heads Eat up Oh, here comes another fullcourse meal (Eat up) You'll be fine Eat it up Playin' God, Imma' act a heathen The bastard child and the non believer Ain't gonna' lie; I get mad, but then I get even Keep it movin' I'm bobbin' and weavin' Can't touch me I stay on my king shit, me and this slugger-bat, swingin' Louisville City made like an Ali hit I see you on the other side of the screen seethin' I can't stand how you' still on and on on that poor, pitiful me bit They say success is the best revenge But honest, I still wish that you'd stop fuckin' breathin' Bitter bitchin' but I'm back and better Some shoot to kill, but now I aim to maim 'em to death Done shovelin' shit; you can go shove this here, bitch But I've gotten used to shoveling crap Hide your kids, hide your wife I'm about to play God, If I gave you wiggleroom Would you make amends? Eat up O' here comes another full course meal You'll be fine (Eat up) 'Cause dead men don't vomit And you've all come so damn far (Oh, oh) There's no need to call a cab back home You'll be fine (Uh, uh) Tell them again They think I'm breaking in silence I'm just contemplating violence So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all the hatred Can't take all the noise I make the choice When all I have is my fucking voice By now, you should know That I've had enough of your boot on my neck I've had enough Well, I find myself sitting in the corner Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like) Through these eyes (Through this eyes) Well, I can't imagine Heaven looks any different From the Hell that's our life (That's our life) So sick of the pain So sick of the paranoia Sick of the rage Sick of looking in the mirror Seeing myself, a manmade horror, horror Like a fly, you're so full of shit Everyone's a little red Everyone's a little red Everyone's a little red and so full of shit Crippled, corrupt, that's all they are But wait, you'll get what your heart cried for Eat up O' here comes another full course meal (Eat up) You'll be fine 'Cause dead men don't vomit And you've all come so damn far (Oh, oh) There's no need to call a cab back home You'll be fine (Uh, uh) Everyone's a little red Everyone's a little red Everyone's a little red Until they show how they feel Feel Spew, I spew forth blades Just to get 'em out Just to get 'em out I know it's for the better, if you just step aside I'm retching, folding, pleading Trying to spit up, what I'm holding deep inside Are you famished? Are you famished? Are you famished?