Dropping back to my dark times
Acting like a pantomime
Beautiful gore released at the crime
Pushing my eighths and the dimes
Next moment, I’m in my prime
Capping everyone every time
Brass and a mask
Leave you in a casket
Ready for a task hit
Bombs filled in a basket
Cookies for the fat witch
Bye-bye you rat bitch
Leave you in a damn ditch
That’s what you get, snitch
Can’t keep a promise
Let us be honest
I shot a Goddess
Killed, with the calmest
Read Nostradamus
Yeah, I’m the smartest
You should be astonished
At what I have accomplished
Again, I demolished
Downhill from now on
Just kill me for good,
We are dead and gone
I knew that you would
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