Everybody treats me like I'm the .a.n.t.i.-christ
They want to kill my momma for giving me the life
I like to hang with the hookers and whynos
And let them give me tats with their heroine needles
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke them by the neck while I just love her to death
Now tell me do you love me, or do you love me not?
Well kiss my ass
Tell me, how you be behind my back and always hate
To my face we straight, about to make me catch a murder case
Tell me, what make your brain tick? What the fuck?
Matter of fact mother fuck you and my rep
Terrible thoughts run through my mind
Causing my head to fill with anger
Anybody I don't know I wanna strangle
Does that make me such a bad guy? Nope
Y'all like live bitches, I like the dead kind
Hang with killas, creep like phantoms in the darkness
And even though we like to murder we ain't heartless
Can't help it I got a bad reputation
But devastation, all out panic before decapitation
Don't nobody love me, don't nobody care
They'd rather sit and stare, and make fun of my hair
I'm not a killa, I'm a devil, I'm a punk, I'm not a traitor
My momma hate my guts, but I could never ever hate her
And this bitch that i fucked said my dicks too small
She wasn't sayin' that when she couldnt take it all in the jaw
And all my boys and my ex friends think I'm insane
They say Jonnie doesn't rationalize or talk in normal ways
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