I’ve been things
Ugly things
Terrible, sleepless-night, rotten things
But you
You make them look like a Rembrandt to me
Such a saint
That’s your paint
Hide your true colours, but I’ve seen
Your heart is black
Black, so black it pisses oil, yeah
You won’t get always away with murder
You will not fool anyone forever
You’re the king of bottom feeders
A leecher through and through
The worst among the scumbags
You’re the lowest of the low
You backbite
Parasite
You point the fingers to others
When its' you
You are the first to suck anyone dry
Overused
Lame excuse
Save your dick breath in your lungs
Grow a pair
And face retribution today