what's this - you think you can match me?
fuck off, bitch - you can't even catch me
you think you oh, so unusual
but no, just another asshole individual
who knows nothing about drinking the storm
thinking you so outside the norm
but just like flies i'm swattin the swarm
splattering your words, your guts on the table
you get it now, are you even able?
naw, you just another wanna be messiah
callin me out like i'm some pariah
not pariah, but Pandora, and you opened the box
get ready for Armageddon as my rhythm rocks
swaying your soul to another plane
sapping your chakra, infecting your brain
burning you up like acid rain
you really have no right to complain
'cause that's what you get when you are so vain
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