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I ain’t fucking stopping
had my soul broken
with my name drug through the mud
tarred and feathered
all because cowards
couldn’t live up to the man I am
so they decided to scheme
wielding what they perceive as power
but I know they see
the devil in my eyes
it scares the bejesus out of them
and it should
oh, it fucking should
I’m the governor on the walking dead
rolling up in a tank
you know, heads are gonna roll
John wick with a pencil
or maybe Heath Ledgers Joker
want to see a magic trick?
I’m sure
I’m sure
they called me every name in the book
just not to my face
there are mice and then there are men
acted like my friends
fake ass smiles and all
problem is I’m a fucking beast
one that’s not easily killed
I might smerk and I might chuckle
but inside I see nothing
nothing but red
guess it’s my fault
staying in a place I didn’t belong
for far too long
I’m the ocean flooding the Titanic
Darth Vader choking you from afar
I’m no hero and you’re no Superman
still I got the Kryptonite
like Bowser I’m taking your princess
then fucking her in the ass
I’ll admit
I wasn’t expecting such a backstab
but best to keep your distance
because it’s clear
that deep down is a rotten bitch
a mutt with their tail between their legs
pissing in fear of what I might do
no worries
my success is my revenge
and you can watch and stew
as I become the better man
having a better job
a better lover
mentoring the youth with truth
and yes, I might snicker and laugh
at your every failure
