You will soon feel my wrath 

Yes, you will soon feel this hurt 

To cross such a line

Cemented in dirt,

Your so proud of your lies 

Like hunger prides thirst,

You’ve conquered no trophy 

No, you’ll reap no reward,

I’m shutting you down

Yes, I’m pulling the cord

Because Hell hath no fury 

The way that Im scorned, 

II will rip you in half, 

That little bit torn

Then pick up the pieces 

And rip them some more,

Heed these words; You’ll fall heavy

And you will fall fast

Only then will you see,

Whose laughing last.

ELIIZAZOEY