
To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…I will make you hurt yourself, doubt yourself, hate yourself. I will crawl into the quiet of your mind; I will throw a grenade and watch it ricochet, watch your psyche shatter like a Faberge, and then I’ll leave without a scratch. It’s like I’m bullet-proof.
Thank you, Mom, and Thank you, Dad, for teaching this Empath early how to dodge and how to block and how to dislodge the weakness of my humanity, to withstand the insanity, to lace my urbanity with profanity.
To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…I will make you hurt yourself, doubt yourself, hate yourself. I will crawl into the quiet of your mind; I will throw a grenade and watch it ricochet, watch your psyche shatter like a Faberge, and then I’ll leave without a scratch. It’s like I’m bullet-proof.
Niceness is weakness. Exercise kindness with obliqueness to those who demonstrate meekness. Protect the deepness of humanity’s sweetness. I’ll
come at you from the side, all disguised, ready to pounce like a Lion smelling your fear, the salt in your tears, like blood from a deer, your submission is my final frontier.
To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…I will make you hurt yourself, doubt yourself, hate yourself. I will crawl into the quiet of your mind; I will throw a grenade and watch it ricochet, watch your psyche shatter like a Faberge, and then I’ll leave without a scratch. It’s like I’m bullet-proof.
You want to play. Game on. You want to slay. Pay up. You want to dominate. Think again. You emotional cheapskate. Here I am to dictate. Your thoughtless chatter. To the masses. Try to throw me a curve ball. How hard you might try, it doesn’t matter. I get stronger. I’m ordained to kill, steal, and destroy what is corrupt, you cowering monger. I’ll go the distance, watch my resistance and persistence to go longer.
To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…