Felony Emmure

This might be your two years ago
But this pain is mine forever
Living well just wasn't good enough
I wanted my revenge

Blue Moon bottle right across your head
I broke your face and all you did was snitch, you little bitch

I thought you were hard, son
I thought that you were Mr. "I Don't Give a Fuck"
Turns out you're the soft one
You've got twelve months so I suggest you get a gun

You should have just accepted
That you got your ass kicked
Now you and all your friends
Are on my shit list

You're gonna die, you're gonna die
You're gonna die, you're gonna die
You're gonna die, you're gonna die
And I'll be there in court to tell your mother why

She found her son with a knife in his chest
She found her son with a bullet in his head