Hey Death where you been?
Whatchu been up to?
You’re home late and I’m salty
Oh you were busy, were you?
Taking Pa with his pants down
You left him pinned between the toilet and the ground
And all his fam around
But he didn’t make a sound
Am I trippin? You just snuck in
This is a bad play
A lame day
Reverse course,
Rewind to a new game with a different referee
Whose gonna actually call it fairly
I want to erase the sounds of Ma crying out as the chasm opened all around her
As the first born son swore and bit the cuticles of his ring finger
Death you laid down your cards
It made a helluva hand, the cackling laughter resounds as you smile boasting in your win
Yeah that’s happened before on a Friday when the sky went dark and that curtain tore in two and He was heard to remark “it is finished”
So this story?
Is not over
There’s gonna be redemption
Cause your a servant not The Master
Fuck You, Death
And all your compatriots
I hate you and your lot
You know in the final reckoning you’re gonna loose your spot
No more wins, no more plays
You’ll be mocked forever when the judge comes to stay
And He will, cause that stones been rolled away, and it’s written, He’s soon on His way
