Im a bitched equipped with muderous ingredients
played with fire now i leave ya bleedin'/
you being toppled like of house of cards
shuttin the monsters in ya heart
replace them with permanent scars
courage that u had left is barred like a jailpadlock
send u back to yo block as silent as dead as still as a tomb
intoxicated by your rotten perfume
you assumed your forces are like lucifer i attack like a prosecutor
suck u in like the bermuda triangle next to me cant hold a candle
cause you ramble what ure brain is composed of -moosh as phony as a speech written by bush
if u was suicidal i just gave u a push for me to spit these lines is all it took

sorry it took so long had to pick up my little brother