Bye Bye

How haven't I done enough to make people see

They think they're mearly words, but they aren't to me

I was born to put hate on a back for the blame on

Human torch with the flame on white suit for the blood stains on

I'm done with the nice guy getting walked on while life's on a fly by

No sitting on the bench on the sidelines no rules for my mind to abide by

My past I will not be defined by if that's you get the punch with the cyanide

Jonestown to your past like bye bye wake up get you in the right mind it's the right time

Now I'll show you how to come alive in the night time

All these thoughts I have I don't put them into action

When I say I'ma kill someone with a hatchet it's all just acting

You think a killer on the loose be thinking about taxes and the mix and the master