| She couldn’t recognize a monster
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| Cause she grew up with one
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| Thinking every guy is her father
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| With vile words shooting a gun
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| That love’s supposed to hurt
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| Mentally physically, what he wants
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| How the hell would she know better
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| As a means to his fucking outcome
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| All she wanted to was to make him happy
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| Hoping an angel would form
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| That maybe kindness kills the narcissistic demon
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| Throwing her to the floor
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| Afraid of failure
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| Thinking no one is able to help her
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| But being alone is safer than anger
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| So when I find him I’m making him pay for it all
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| She prays and prays for
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| His death but no God will come save her
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| She waits and waits for
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| His death so I answer the prayer
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| I would trace his name like a million times in a Death Note
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| I’d kill him with knives inflict the pain that thrilled his mind
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| Make his face look like scribbly lines
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| He should’ve died like Kaneki
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| But I’ll torture his body, no stopping
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| I don’t give a fuck for hypocrisy
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| Cause karma ain’t doing the job for me
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| Sure, call me a white knight
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| You don’t even fucking know what it’s like
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| And if he died tonight
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| I’d be the first suspect in the line-up
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| With these rhymes right?
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| I’d be Dexter, no evidence
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| Make his neck hurt until he begged to quit
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| Cause when she was pregnant
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| He meant to hit, yeah that son of a bitch didn’t give a shit
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| She prays and prays for
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| His death but no God will come save her
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| She waits and waits for
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| His death so I answer the prayer
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| No God can hear her scream
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| No God can hear her scream
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| (His death but no God will come save her)
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| (His death so I answer the prayer)
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| He’s a poisonous lover
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| A lost fuck boy demanding a mother
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| He grew up spoiled, took advantage of others
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| I was boiling when he was handed custody of her daughter
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| The fuck is he teaching her?
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| If he did it to mom, that it could be her turn
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| I won’t wait for long — she don’t need to learn
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| That her father’s wrong — yeah, I’ll beat him first
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| Cut his brakes on the highway in the rain at night maybe
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| His brain will go sideways
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| I’ll scrape it right into the swamps
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| Where the gators can bite — leaving no trace of life
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| Tell her daughter it was God’s way of smothering a sociopath
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| I don’t want a thank you, be the lover of dad
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| I don’t want her to pray like her mother have
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| Or else this song starts all over again
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| Over!
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| Over and over again!
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| She prays and prays for
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| His death but no God will come save her
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| She waits and waits for
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| His death so I answer the prayer
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| Since God never gave any answer
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| Am I God or man? |
| Who’s got a plan
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| I take Justice in my own!
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| I break his bones
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| Will I see him die and leave him alive for the vultures
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| Unforgivable, now it’s up to me
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| Unforgivable
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| No God will hear him scream
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| Unforgivable, now it’s up to me
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| Unforgivable
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| No God will hear him scream
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| Unforgivable, now it’s up to me
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| Unforgivable
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| No God will hear him scream |