Forward

I'm an evil palm reader Feeding beetles to non believers I'm keeping demons seething Like babies crying from teething Barely breathing, like emphysema A beam of air into my lungs And when the bombs drop Drop it like you never copped it Locket in my pocket With your face on it Best to not mock it Lest I make you stop it Cockpit feeling like a coffin Falling out of the sky To make another each other I'm killing all of my villains Seven evil exes, six sacred O's I'm fine with "For now" The formality shows It's 2-on-1, you've got nowhere left to go