Tumor
• Written by ShayRiot
This is my cleaning out my closet
Didn't wanna do it but you forced it
I'm so tired of your toxic shit
With rapping these lines I'm stopping this
You tell shit to dad about mom behind her back
Tell shit to mom behind his back about dad
But then acting all emotional and sad
Because allegedly I'm treating them so bad
Me the one who takes care of them when they're ill
While you're in your summer holidays and chill
While you're in Portugal in the midst of covid
You think I forgot? I still fucking know this
Just like you think that no one would notice
How you cyberbullied someone you low bitch
I'm not only furious and mad
I'm also not fucking with your head
In a few months you'll remember what this song said
When you're all alone and socially dead
When the whole world sees you're just pretending
Nothing like the picture of yourself you're sending
On your social media accounts
A loving father and husband that cares about
His family and his home town
But I know about the bitches you dicked down
You don't know what faithful means
Neither in partnerships, clubs nor teams
And you're the local chairman of a party
To cover you have mentalities of a nazi
You're antisemitic and xenophobe
Thought Putin was the last hope for the globe
Now you act like you're Anti-Putin
But I know deep down you're still rootin
For him to win the war against ukraine
For this family you're a disgrace and a shame
But what to expect from a guy whose job
Is to make deals about printers with the mob
Who wants his brother to live on the streets
Because he came behind how he succeeds
You have teenage issues at fourty five
You're living a miserable life
And therefore hurt me worse than you've been hurt
You're no brother - you're just human dirt
Dirt like the one you try to dig up
On me to try to make it seem like I suck
You controlled my wifi and my phone
Therefore invaded my privacy in my home
You're shamefulness has immensely grown
As well as all other bad traits that you own
But nevertheless you always moan
about people doing things you can't condone
Only to do them yourself twice as bad or thrice
But in your twisted head I'm bad, you're nice
How about you asked our half sister
How you bad mouthed and dissed her?
How you try to get her out of the family
Just like my aunt, uncle, cousin and me
You see: It's more than just a rumor
In the tissue of this family you're a tumor
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ShayRiot
Member since October 3 2015