I’LL DIE, YOU’LL DIE VyOk

I know that I’m god awful
They’re asking me when I got off it?
They want the price, but they never pay it
Sneak like a rat, they look for a way in
Sit in my thoughts, inside of my basement
Look at the floor there’s blood on the pavement
I’m not a concern, they wouldn’t come save him
Don’t care for my soul they’ll only come rape it

Pick up my phone I’m calling the pope
Tell him that I was above and below
I know how both of the sides operate
Heaven and hell they cooperate
Why do I always notice this?
Don’t even know who’s home this is
I run up on fuckers that don’t know shit
How you talk like that with no motion?
Open the bible I read all the pieces
Only listen to my mother and Jesus
How many times I put it right up to my chin
But didn’t have courage to squeeze it
When you get cuts, you better go cover it
Cause then you let, everything seep in
I’m on oddboy but I still get even
I’m on oddboy but I still get even