I'm getting out the tools, now I'm oiling joints
I'm usually smooth like a liquid, but now I've reached my boiling point
Head out the door after I grab my bag, here are the contents:
A knife, a gun, lots of anger, and plenty of discouraging comments.
To say I'm ****** is quite an understatement
now get out here so I can spread you across the pavement
I finally figured out what all of this pain meant
Was living in an apartment of forgiveness, but now I refuse to pay rent.
so stay bent
get a skull dent
I'll crucify you on a chain fence
Use your bones and your skin to make a maim tent.