Evil Prevails
You always need to be honest,
Karma will get you back.
You maybe flawless,
But there’s things you lack
And that’s the truth.
So don’t play games,
Don’t you want to keep your youth.
So give me some names.
Cut to the chase,
Where is the money?
I’ll rearrange your face,
This isn’t funny.
Do you think your brave?
I’ll put you in your grave
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