(feat. Landon Tewers)
You're keeping score you're keeping track
Of all my steps and mistakes
But you don't count one little fact
I'm being judged by a fake
And if we're in court your honour
I plead the fifth
I have nothing to say to piece of filth
You've been telling people that you dodged a bullet
But you're confused, for I am a gun
Butllets take one shot
I've been killing people since day one
And I will never die
Trust me you don't know a fucking thing
By the looks of things, you ain't got much to bring
You aint got much to bring
And you will all prove me wrong, i'll keep on asking to the end of this song prove me wrong
I'll keep asking till the end of this song