Song parody of
Judgement
by Damien Walls
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It all comes right back
Around to bite you but I know you like that
And often you will say the same
The right track
It's only natural to stray
So here's a life hack
I'm bout to put you on display
A snide rap
About the hierarchy in place
A light tap
And suddenly the mood has changed?
I'm so nice that
I choose to let you feel these things
If I was living in yo shoes then I'd be so ashamed
Just cause you playin with me doesn't mean you player made
You bustas bout to figure out just why they call me dame
I ain't the devil
I'm the son of Satan mane
Lost souls mislead you
And never take heed to
Their own words
So carelessly throwing around
Projectiles in place of projection
And hoping that in time they will run the town
Much like a governor, corrupt as when you started
To throw that facade oh so proud
Did you get you that that funding? your soul's unconfronted
If I was living in yo shoes then I'd be so ashamed
Just cause you playin with me doesn't mean you player made
You bustas bout to figure out just why they call me dame
I ain't the devil
I'm the son of Satan mane
It all comes right back
Around to bite you but I know you like that
And often you will say the same
The right track
It's only natural to stray
So here's a life hack
I'm bout to put you on display
A snide rap
About the hierarchy in place
A light tap
And suddenly the mood has changed?
I'm so nice that
I choose to let you feel these things
If I was living in yo shoes then I'd be so ashamed
Just cause you playin with me doesn't mean you player made
You bustas bout to figure out just why they call me dame
I ain't the devil
I'm the son of Satan mane
Lost souls mislead you
And never take heed to
Their own words
So carelessly throwing around
Projectiles in place of projection
And hoping that in time they will run the town
Much like a governor, corrupt as when you started
To throw that facade oh so proud
Did you get you that that funding? your soul's unconfronted
If I was living in yo shoes then I'd be so ashamed
Just cause you playin with me doesn't mean you player made
You bustas bout to figure out just why they call me dame
I ain't the devil
I'm the son of Satan mane
