Your Debt

Why're you always taking mom's money, acting like a fool?

When all you ever do is go to the garage and play #pool.

Keep fucking around, I'll #drown you in your debt.

Think I won't, you wanna bet?

You're rotten to the core, you wonder why we're poor.

I'll kick in your door and spill your blood all over the floor.

There'll be more and more blood and gore, but what for?

I'll cut your life short, sort your organs just for sport.

You always ask for financial support.

But I'm here to reveal that these needs ain't real.

Wield a machete in the field, yield when you're dead.

Covered in red, severed head, filled with dread.

Or perhaps I can pump you full of lead instead.

Lines going overhead, I'm the needle stabbing your thread.

I said I'd kill you and I did.

But unlike you, I can stay off the grid.