Oh baby how can I ever get you back,

Unmet prayer, insidious invocation

Aside, there’s a charm to getcha back

Spells, I’m speaking as a witch

And you stopped listening.

Good. You don’t need to see my crystal skull, my rotten bones, my grey hairs or

My caving teeth, you spoiled boy you meet

Carbohydrates with a worldfull of smokeflavor, screaming beef

Brazen cattle, we tramp stamp boy fans

We have hunger, for other tastes more sweet

If I’m allowed

I’ll repeat

You were not a bad boy

You are now a bad man

You have the prerogative to change

Shirk and I have

The responsibility

To kill you

So what do you think about that

Fat man