Puppet

Hands down…I'm the best you've ever had I wear that

Damn proud…but after what you pulled I swear that

I don't want my name inside your mouth-let alone my dick

Who you are just makes me sick-cause you act like I'm made of sticks

And strings and you arrange a twist-you hang me from my brainless limbs

And act like you aren't pulling strings to make me hate my dang existence

Maybe I'm insane but this is anguish and the pain is senseless

You're gonna regret it when you've built a man that aims for vengeance

Still how…did you think this shit would go because I'm

Real now…we've been putting on your show I want my

Feels now…cause my heart ain't made of wood but if it

Was then you'd have splintered it to bits you bitch I couldn't get it