You say you got what I need, but you won’t give it to me
You say you want my soul, but baby you know that you won’t get it for free
You’re just a slithering snake, so coil up in that bed you’ve made
You’re cold-blooded but baby there ain’t nothing that be warming up that ice in your veins
Momma said there’d be people just like you
But you’re not worth the battles I pick and choose
Karma’s a bitch and she’ll get you every time
So you’ll get yours and I’ll get mine
You forget I am the one, with the unloaded gun, but
While you’re high on your horse all the bullets you shoot, they give me ammunition
Just a vulture up in that tree, staring back down at me
You float up high in the sky, come down and peck my hide, but I am far from dead meat
Poppa said there’d be people just like you
But you’re not worth the battles I pick and choose
Karma’s a snitch and she’ll get you every time
So you’ll get yours, and I’ll get mine
Poke me with needles, prick by prick by prick
That’s just gonna make my skin leather thick
Karma’s a bitch, and she’ll get you every time
So you’ll get yours, and I’ll get mine
Poke me with needles, prick by prick by prick
That’s just gonna make my skin leather thick

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