Run a knife against your head,
If you’re lucky, you will be dead.
Otherwise, you’ll live with the deformities
Instead of laying among the many dead bodies.
Call me a liar, shut the f**k up!
I’m not a liar, and you’re going to be cutup.
With that one sentence, you pissed off my demons.
Be ready to die, you’re not better than the other hypocritical Christians.
As your body hangs lifeless from the ceiling like a chandelier,
In hell, where you’re going, is where you’ll fear
My very existence showing up at any point in time,
Anyone who calls me a liar, doesn’t live past their prime.