Forward

I'm an evil palm reader

Feeding beetles to non believers

I'm keeping demons seething

Like babies crying from teething

Barely breathing, like emphysema

A beam of air into my lungs

And when the bombs drop

Drop it like you never copped it

Locket in my pocket

With your face on it

Best to not mock it

Lest I make you stop it

Cockpit feeling like a coffin

Falling out of the sky

To make another each other

I'm killing all of my villains

Seven evil exes, six sacred O's

I'm fine with "For now"

The formality shows

It's 2-on-1, you've got nowhere left to go