[Course]

There is hell to pay and no refunds

Finding your soul and riping into pieces

Hell to pay in the deepest pit of hell

[Verse 1]

I am on my last nerve and no nerf gun

No can shootout a bullet in a time frame

Try to frame me for a thing that I not even a part of

Ripping the band-aid like a nail in a wrong place

Have a goal of the silver and have gold chains

But never a diamond in the shine get a getaway

For the sunshine never be a Holliday in the workhouse and have a load up in the truck

No duck will flapping any wing and never have ham out on a dish

Have a wish that you can pile the stess I. A dress

But I will not take a rest and have rust on the voice

You all are sleeping on the bad side of the bed

No mood will change a bad mood to a good mood

The nightlight not enough to light up the path of the fate

And not a race in the space have a bar in the cookpot

None of you will clock it there's is no trial in the trail of a hill but no king of the hill

How to make a king scared of the future

Coming up on the bridge and dead woad weapons the can't be found

Not a map will show anyone where they are

Always want war and not the same one

[Course]

There is hell to pay and no refunds

Finding your soul and riping into pieces

Hell to pay in the deepest pit of hell

[Verse 2]

Here I go to the dressing room but I don't have tie or a suit

But I have bodybags on deck so you want to dig up secrets

I will put you in the dropper and have a show to tell

Digging yours Graves like a past time

No timer will tell me the time has passed like a game In the line

Never see a L beside a O with deplore S,s

Have a sense to seek the truth and air out the lies

You are all the hate in the barrel can't have gunpowder into smoke

Frag to pipebombtoba Gundam but no butter jam

Time to clock out a checkout line to a coke no lean

Have a killer inside a house but have a plank in the rigs

Not a ring will keep my heart out of the love

Not even a dream eater can see my line in the shineof a life

No fear never a bump on any arm and back the neck

Must have to pay any dues I. Time or going to pay In he'll

Never going to joint a contact as a manager and make it to the gate

Of the unknown underthorw the king of a kingdom

Coming up to the Thorne and siting under the crown never want to be king

[Course]

There is hell to pay and no refunds

Finding your soul and riping into pieces

Hell to pay in the deepest pit of hell