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Make ya famous

Father forgive me on how I send them too you Lord
Gonna have them laying down from the iron sword
Spitting at the speed of light, death coming to you in a dash
Your mouth is writing something your ass can't cash
Don't overlook me or underestimate my patience for payback
Done flipped my lid, staring at you sleep like some maniac
Knowing every move you do like I'm your parent
Then one day out of the blue everything looks like a accident
Forever a slave in my mind of your torcher chambers
Once I called a friend now your nothing but a distant stranger
I'll make you famous have your picture up saying "missing"
Because someone like you doesnt deserve to be living
©droneking