TEARS OF CLOWNS

Oh, Contraire, my little fish stick. He knows exactly what it's like to lose so many loves

You know, like a father. Like a mother

Be very careful with the next thing you say

Like an adopted son

Isn't that right

Batman

I'm the hand of Mona Lisa skirt. Cleopatra, a cat woman worth

Louie Bissonett Gotham, the city perched

Crime family, A.I, no practice work

Twisted views on the news, dress like your hero perked

Destroy the city, chasing for murder payback

Songs of crimes, guilty inside playback

Folks ain't folks, get smoked in a namesake pack

Kill off each other, true villains of immunity say that

Worry mothers, register guns, don't restore the faith back

Safety is on a switch, same as operator, boil down some bags

Look at my scarssss, heard my mentions

Standing home of good, bad intentions

Rest paper trail of elected officials, greet pretenses

No snitching, other cultures, they sentences and receive snitches

Hiding masks, they perceive victims

Hatred is taught at the home, see symptoms

Racism, race and see system

Shit, I don't even dry clothes at the Pilgrim

For every anecdote, anti-dope, clean system

Pythagorean theorem, angles of wisdom

Sharing my hymns, we built this city

They put dip in the set in them

Maybe, in a way, that smelly old slaughter is right

Because, how many can die in your arms before you run them to death

That's not very careful

Now, how many dead eyes can you look into, before you die inside yourself

It didn't take a long time

But even I believe it

And if you cross that line, I swear to God

Before what, Bruce? Kill me

You won't kill me

I'm your best friend

Anyway

Anyway

You need me

You

Need me