Old Friends (feat. Se7enist)

I got a list of thirty fucks
I'll name you when I'm famous (Repeat)

I aint gotta use names, you know who you are
You know what you did, but you don't know the scars

Or how far I've come, since you tossed me aside
I said I was over dat shit, but I lied

I struggled wit trauma, since I was a teen
From how I was treated, and how I was seen

Everyone hated da freak dat you painted
Da picture perfect fake kid, da free so he a gay kid

"Hey man, but I was a kid too"
I didn't know any better, I did what I did dude

Cuz dad used to hit me, and make me feel small
I bullied cuz I didn't know what to make of it all"

Don't lie to me dog, I heard what you on
Abusin your kids, and hurtin dey mom

And you got a job, where you can be a bully too
I guess we don't change too much, do we dude?

I got a list of thirty fucks
I'll name you when I'm famous

I got a list of thirty fucks
I'll name you when I'm famous (Repeat)

So fairweather friends, and back stabbin bitches
I have a request, wait, no I got two wishes

Stop being hard, on your wife and your kids (bitch)
That's how you ended up, the way that you did (bitch)

And I'm not a therapist, but you get some issues
Yeah we all do, but you created mine so Imma diss you

Ever step foot in my house Imma hit you
Shatter your teeth, and bloody your lip dude

I got a list of thirty fucks
I'll name you when I'm famous (Repeat)

Spent years struggling to overcome all the memories
Of all the abuse and the shit that you fucking did to me
Watched the world shatter, you handled it all shittily
Viciously ripping down anyone, even in your vicinity
Baby, you always got it in the flesh, and I fucking bought it
Every lesson that you taught me, I wish could just be forgotten
You're a hero in your own mind, watching over Gotham
But Batman's a criminal too, and it's time we caught him
Throwing hands at children, that's the kindest part of your legacy
Grooming and taking advantage of them, I'd hate to have that said of me
Let alone have a small army, come forth to confirm it
I'll tie you to this pyre, and I'll be honored to burn it
In the furnace of oblivion, red memories into ashes
So that no one even remembers your name as the moment passes
The scorched earth is all that will remain of the history
Of scarred over memories and trauma of what you did to me