Twisted

I am the villain, the one that you hate

But truly you love, the nice shit is cute

it's tearing you up, suppressing me ain't really doing enough

I sit back and laugh, consider your past

Your pen don't get cold, cause I got the gas

You put em all first, they think of you last

Then I grab the wheel and I get on they ass

look in the mirror and who do you see

Cause I see a child who wish he was me

And I was the key that was setting you free

But you changing the locks like it wasn't all me

So who are you really, care to explain