Something’s brewing at the back, and it’s ready to attack.
Haters like Mister Core deserve to be shot and killed.
But why must he die? And who is this guy? I guess you’ll find out soon enough.
Something’s brewing at the back, and it’s ready to attack.
Haters like Mister Core deserve to be shot and killed.
But why must he die? And who is this guy? I guess you’ll find out soon enough.
I used to know a guy who sang for a dime
He called himself Jam’s Lion all the time
Too bad that his life couldn’t live like one
With excuses he bullshit to jab me for fun
If you fool me once, that will be on me
If you fool me twice, then I’ll grab my key
And stab your throat till you cannot speak
Your rotting flesh now belongs to a beak
It’s too late for apologies delivered to me
You couldn’t even bother to look and see
The messages I sent about a song I need
We mutually agreed that you were the lead
I’m sorry that broken promises killed you
Your life is enough for me to pay your due
Hopefully, your next life will teach you well
To not fuck with girls who will kiss and tell.
Something’s brewing at the back, and it’s ready to attack.
So who is the victim? Have a listen right here!
Something’s brewing at the back, and it’s ready to attack.
So who is the victim? Take a peek!
Something’s brewing at the back, and it’s ready to attack.
So the question is, are you prepared?
For a story with poems?