Karma

I don’t like to spit it

I don’t like to sell it

 

But if I have to I will

Like the gangs of LA

 

They’ll come for you

Like I’ll come for you

 

So don’t cheat me

Don’t try to strike me

You damage me; it won’t be the end of me

 

I’ll chase you

And when I find you

I’ll come for you

 

 

I’ll locate you and then it will be then end

The end of you and not me

 

You should have shot me when you have the chance

But now karma is coming for you

She riding on the bullet that is leaving my chamber

 

They’ll find you

But there will only be part of you

 

A part of your heart, a part of you scars

But they wont find the other piece of you

 

Like you took a part of me

I’ll take a part of you