Mom and dad this is the song

You should probably avoid and skip

See there's a story, it's gets gory

It's about my hunted quarry

In an attempt to find glory

This song is begging me to write it

And I won't fight it

Dad, It's not slander

It's art or truth

Or whatever the fuck you gotta do

To pull yourself through

This mess a of shit

That you threw us in

I swear to god I'm a lite fuse

And your words are the kerosene

So I wake up, to my girlfriend

Texting me there's a fake account

That I should check out

It's been sending her screenshots

Of this dumb fucking thot

That's claiming to be your rock

Or mistress or whatever the fuck

So i unduck from the covers

Pull out my phone to discover

That the same person

Harassing my girl about this fling

Has decided to message me the same thing

I scroll through the messages that

Say my father’s a liar

And doesn't love me

And has Been spending alot of time

On the grind, Not his career

I mean your fathers been fucking me here

Don't believe me

“Heres some screenshots of texts

And some calls

And all of our pictures of hotel rooms

Take some time and go through”

The times get me amped

Because the span, I just can't understand

I proceed to show my mother

But we're both doubtful

Until we call you

Hearing the tone In your voice

I know it's all true

I watch my mother heart break right before my eyes

As she tried to hold it together in vain, she allowed me to scream my pain

I watch years unravel in a matter of seconds

Things I think might never be forgiven

It's was for, years and years

My worse fears, start to collide

But I refuse,to run and hide

Something ignites, In my insides

Someone will, meet their demise

Never felt more sure of anything in my life

I will drain her of all her blood, to ease my cries

Rage and rage fills the page

I will end, this all tonight

Chorus

My eyes are clear, and I'm all I'm feeling is rage

Some blood will spill, but still all im feeling is rage

My eyes are clear, and I'm all I'm feeling is rage

Some blood will spill, but still all im feeling is rage

Verse 2

But here's a part of the story that no one knows

I went through the records on your phone

Found a map to her Fucking home

I thought well here we go

Gabbed some knives and a gun

Covered it with a towel

Wrapped it up

Threw it in the back of the trunk

And slammed it with a thunk

Told my mom I'd be back later

And on the 42 minute drive I had plenty of time

To figure out how to divide

Her spine

Into three quarters

And order her to walk

That's pretty dark

And impractical

Must be tactful and tactical

To reach my goals

The plan was to show up to her house

With my guns drew

I was okay with what I was about to do

I open the door

She sees me

And knows exactly what is in store

Yeah I'm gonna kill her lol

Chorus

My eyes are clear and I'm all I'm feeling is rage

Some blood will spill, but still all i'm feeling is rage

Verse 3

I tell her to grab the gun she has in her house, nice and slow

She tries to run way

I take the safety off

Today's not the day to fucking play

She grabs the gun and places it front of me

I tell her to take a seat

I tie her up, but not to tightly

Put on my gloves

She whimpers lightly

I pull back her hair

So I can see her face

What a fucking disgrace

This is who my father choose to be his grace

I ask her where her cellphone is

She says it's in her pocket

So I grab it

Her phone in my hand

I demand she text her daughter

Or I'll commit more slaughter

That'll be smart I thought

I can't have her call

Cuz In her voice

The girl would sense danger

I ask the bitch what to write

She tells me, I send it

Then I calmly explain the situation

I have some questions and I will use your daughter life as my leverage

So don't fuck with me

Or I’ll severe your arteries

I ask her if there's any beer to drink

Or alcohol

She says it's down the hall

I grab my gun and run to retrieve it

I bring it back

And I tell her to down a glass of whine

2 turned to 9

To the whole bottle was empty

Until she needed another kidney

I signed into her Facebook

Said she needed to apologize

She told me what to write

I got her tone right, I posted it

Then the daughter walked in

Chorus:

My eyes are clear and I'm all I'm feeling is rage

Some blood will spill, but still all im feeling is rage

I sat the daughter down

Explaining no harm will come to her

If she does as I say

If she tries to run away

Then eventually things

Will become more violent

But it's okay

Because that's the only pain she'll endure

She is not my aim

She is a pawn to be maneuvered in this game

Once the daughter's tied up to

I whisper something in her ear

Then I'll begin to do

What I came here to do

Which is to get some answers, on why she thought her cancerous texts to the ones I love

Was somehow a course of action worth traveling

And she give me the sloppy response

I'd just slowly nod

Ask her if she's sorry she say yes

She screams that she is sorry

I laugh, she's not sorry

But she will be

Here's the thing

If you wanted to let us the know about the affair

Then that's fair

A call or text would suffice

Something that's just fucking polite

Just common decency

But see clearly

That wasn't your intent

You spent hours creating a fake account

And adding all our friends

To make us think

You were trust worthy

And once we did you screwed us all

By revealing all about your endeavors

Shut the fuck up with your crying

Or I will cut your neck

Not making empty threats

Don't forget

This was all your doing you fucking bitch

You contacted me, the son

Who had no connection

With his father insurrections

Much like your daughter here....

Awww yes, you understand

Now there's the fear

In your eyes, yes start begging now

Earlier I whispered in Your daughter ear

That she would die here

That I was sorry, but she had to die

And to think of anyone that she would like to say goodbye to

I would take a messages to them

So what are the names

Abby, John and James

Cool, no im not insane

Im just not the one you should fuck with

I want to go into the kitchen

Find a knife, grab it

Put it in the hands of the daughter

Make her grip it

And have her rip her own wrist

Yo she is not your fo

I know I step away, grab the gun the mistress gave me

Cock it and pull it her daughter brains spill out like flesh colored gravy

Her mother's scream rips through the air

But I don't fucking care

I aim toward the mistress

Blow

Now the side of her heads is missing

I dip the gun in both bloods

And place it in the daughter hands

Carefully grab the rope

And leave the bodies on the floor

I leave out the door and put the gloves and the rop in trash bags

Get in my car and just drive

See I made the mistress drink whine to get her drunk

Then I made her make a Facebook post in the tone of her voice

What you didn't know is I wrote st the end of the post

That she was gonna end it

The post looked like a suicide note

Since she was drunk when they test the body

It’ll all it makes sense

The daughter walked in

Saw her mom dead

And then put one through her Fucking head

*Phone Call

Amanda: Hey baby whats up

Michael: nothing much, I'm just gonna go murder my dads mistress

Amanda: What?

Michael: Yeah yeah yeah, no, i drove to her house, and im gonna make it look like a suicide

Amanda: What, no?

Michael:yeah, no its gonna be totally great

Amanda: Baby you can't do that

Michael: Hey i have to go, i love you, bye

Verse 2:

Holy shit man, what to say

My heart is filled with so much pain

My mental CPU is working

At 110 percent

I've spent all my storage

With pointless images

Dumb memories

Of happy family

That I wish I could just delete

Cuz what's the point

Now that I'm hit with this

Man Fuck this shit

This was my moms worst fear

And it came to life

Before her very eyes

I Fucking hate this world

But I fucking hate that I believed the lie

That people can be trusted

Cuz they fucking can't

And this ain't a rant

No fuck it

I don't want the beat breathe

I've got much more to say

And I need all, eyes on me

Hear me bleeding on this track

For them to know it's not an act

Man, it' so hard to rap

When my life has been broken

Man That's a fact

Now I'm in therapy

Trying to fix all this damage

It's getting more than I can manage

Cuz anytime Charlotte gets a text

Something in my brain detects

That this could be the time

When she is on her grind

Cuz see you had no spine or brain apparently

Because dad did it for years and you missed the whole damn thing

So now you have to be aware

Or just pretend you don't care

Which is bullshit

Cuz she's done nothing to not be trusted

And I won't look through her phone

I would rather be alone

But that is toxic

So I am trying to remove that from my mental

You are a victim of your upbringing

Dad you've seen some shit

And I just wish you discussed it

Instead of running

The man, you are becoming

Blossoming into what I can't even imagine

If your choices become habit

Here's the world, you could grab it

But that can't excuse

The emotional abuse

This situation has wrought

I know we've fought a lot

But I'm down with the battles

I'm getting old at 22

There's more pressing things for me to do

Than fighting you

I know your not a

Bad guy

Hence why I kept you alive

But all jokes aside

I hope you find some happiness in your life