What goes around will come around
It doesn’t matter how it all ends
My hand is not here for your reach
Because all you mother fuckers gave up on me
You think that you’re the king who was never crowned
because you held your head with the weight of being broken down
crippled from the pressures of fitting in
I don’t know who you are
I can see you make me sick
can’t have you in my life you drag me down
and steer me away from what is right
There’s no one, that I’ll ever need
So I can be like you and accept your defeat
I’m so sick of being bothered and lied to
now were at the crossroads and I’m here to destroy you
Back the fuck down, and know your fucking place
I’ll tell you once that you should get out of my face
I’m sick and tired of all these games you play
and this disgusting plague that you create
your ignorance has held you back
You are the broken man and you have nothing left but what is in your empty hands
walk it off if you think you can
walk amongst us with that shit eating grin.
What goes around will come around
It doesn’t matter how it all ends
My hand is not here for your reach
Because all your mother fuckers gave up on me.