Two wrongs don’t make a right
But I don’t just let things slide.
So when all is quiet at night
You better run and hide,
Cuz I know my actions will be justified.
And justice I assure you will be served.
Not an ounce of guilt runs through me
You’ll get what you deserve.
Your blood will drip off my hands, warm and red
As I stand over your body, lifeless and dead.
Don’t **** with my kin is a lesson he learned.
Shoulda learned a bit sooner, now that sinners gonna burn.
And boy you better hope God saves me when I die
Cuz if he don’t, Satan will be last on your mind.
I’ll torture you, over and over for what you done.
Be your own personal devil, and have a little fun.
I’ll be your hell inside of hell where there is no getting out.
Just an eternity of me laughing while you scream and shout.