It might've been fun for you
Until you are the victim.
And I, can't wait to see you on the side
With your guts not inside.
I will laugh and point at you,
Smirk and cheer as you would do.
It's not fun when the tables are turned.
When it's you,not me, getting burned.
It might've been fun for you
Until you are the victim.
So I wait here until my job is done.
Blood dripping, feeling like you've been hung.
Feel the wrath of what you have done.
Drugs,sex,bullying,it cannot be undone.
This blade through your heart is payment
For all the crimes you did, you cu