The song is pretty self-explanatory. Shadowville Productions on the beat.

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I'd say "hi, how you doing? Yup, I've been great, kid/
Same time, same place, well it must be fate, kid/
There's no faking, every day I'm waking, I hope a little piece of you is slowly breaking/
And you've been mistaken if you thought you could f*** with me/
Cut the nervous chuckling, cuz luckily/
I'm not nearly half as angry as I should be/
And I won't hurt you as badly as I could/
Because I've been through a few things in the past/
That made me see that anger is built to last/
But not so fast, I'ma do it up right/
Gotta get this off my chest and we'll be here all night/
See, a fist fight really ain't my style though/
I got a device leave you looking like Terry Schaivo/
And I know torture won't solve the situation/
But risking your life may be a risk worth taking/

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All I wanted was an apology/
It's too late for you to be calling me/
You can't turn back, I won't cut you slack/
And I'll still hate you to the fall of me

I gotta be honest, you look a little rugged there/
And something tells me this isn't the fun we share/
Of course I wasn't fair, karma bites back/
And what you have coming just isn't a light tap/
This is for all the nights that I lay sleepless/
And the weeks that I lived without eating/
Feeling defeated for years endlessly/
And you took something cuz you knew what it meant to me/
Mentally you're twisted, f*** ing sadistic/
Filled with cruel intentions and vindictive/
And I've been ripped into two by you/
Pushed to my limits and then pulled by you/
And through it all I knew, that you're f*** ing deceitful/
Putting on a masquerade in front of other people/
But it was see through/
I say what I say and I mean this disrespectfully/
I f*** ing hate you and you're already dead to me

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I wish you'd f*** ing run, get outta my life/
Cuz even though I was 12 you almost died that night/
That's right, I almost lost control/
But I didn't allow myself to stoop to your low/
And it wouldn't have been a broken bone, it would've been blood shed/
And not a small puddle, b*** I would've had you gutted/
Hung until the sidewalk flooded, I'm not done/
Turned your corpse into a punching bag for your son/
Smashed your face and then run, but I didn't/
So you should thank me for the fact that your living/
Back to the beginning I can't believe I trusted you/
Especially after you when through all the fuss to prove/
You weren't what you were, but I gave you a break/
You took what you could take, and now I live fearless
Two things: Everyone hates you/
And I hope you commit suicide after you hear this//

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