To the bona fide "thug" with tattoos on his face
Your vanity gets in the way
Bury it with your old family name
Gauge and replace it with hatred and rage
Because you are a waste
And God f*cking hates you
Death is now the only idol you pray to
We are but wrath
Choose to embrace it
Or you can suck dick
And stay insta famous
The choice is yours
You may choose to ignore it
But we can see through
The fake killer horseshit
I am the one who haunts you while you're resting
I am the grave that waits anxiously empty