It Gets Worse. [based on Things Get Worse]
One, more, time. Start rapping and wrapping [******] heart with Papier-Mache and a bloody napkin. My alter-ego is taking your verse, and he's trashing it. Bash in your head with a solidified newsletter, keep up with him? You need the write with a light next to you, he just writes when the lights are dim. Pick up the dictionary and throw it at you, you better run back home before your curfew. I'm prone to sit in your throne, let's hope I fit in your small zone, you barely think straight let alone be a good rapper.
You need to chill out, Before you start to ill out, You need to spill the cat out, Curiosity is killing my head. Things get worse and not get better. (X2)
Oh my lord he just put me in a corner, you better regret it because that's when my slow burner becomes a full flaming furnace. Take it back or I might get lyrical, don't make me hurt your mental, throw your verse in the dirt, don't get sentimental, I'm just being detrimental, I bet your raps are just a rental. Strap up with your best words or I'm leaving your verse in read, I can let you spit 3 or 5 verses, but I bet my bottom dollar you can't even survive one from me. I'll leave your gasping, grasp the last breath of air, because I'm wasting you sober, and I'm leaving you there.
You need to chill out, Before you start to ill out, You need to spill the cat out, Curiosity is killing my head. Things get worse and not get better. (X2)
I'm the drama setter, you’re just a bed wetter, I sent your mama a letter, "your son need to repent or he'll burn in Hell with Lucifer." Fell on endless stairs, you're on a roll, tell your friends and family. So, go out and start crying, and the lying begins, trying to pull something worse from me within. I'm full of rage and I'm beginning, to get a point because the line is thinning, Lord please be forgiving, I'm about to do some sinning. I'm having fun and, when I kill you, your soul better be running, because RizkaSan is gunning, and beware because my I am coming. Hit the hook because I'm finished.
You need to chill out, Before you start to ill out, You need to spill the cat out, Curiosity is killing my head. Things get worse and not get better. (X2)