Searching you will find
Maybe you will die
Something's after me
But ripping you off will heal that
Maybe cause I'm wrong
Nothing else to explain
Someone to replace
But nothing is like me

So now you'll die
Soon you'll eat the grass and I will be the champ

Do your fucking act
People'll realize
Once the masks fall then
It can't never turn back
Pretend to everyone
Show your finest face
But behind the scene
You're a fucking psychopath

So now you'll die
Soon you'll eat the grass and I will be the champ

Fuck your accusations of me
Get out I need no one
Taking a lesson wrong
To find out