Lockjaw!

I'm not the one I'm not the one and you knew I never was I'm not the Aw shit, I'm not the fucking one I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck The place from which your blood comes I'm not the one No, I'm not the one I don't give a single fuck I'm not the one Fuck I'm not your little bitch, son Oh, I'm not the one I'm not the one, fuck No, I'm not the one I never was You know I never was I'm not the fucking one I'm not the one I don't give a fuck whose blood you share Bitch, I'm not the one I've been running, running Running, running Running Dropped the guard, got lockjaw Stop and just saw me watching him Not the so-called god your father is, bloodline's intolerant Politics as typical Profit rocked crystals of King Solomon Plotting it, all mine Raw mineral riches delivered the spawn of Romulus Oblivious self-pity set in obsidian since the dawn of hominids Devolved to feign confidence Savor it, bottle it Modicum of caution splayed across his face Making the pauses ominous Won't fall for your staunch tactics Shit, I'll fracture that false concomitance Product of Pax Romana Violent dining on china of iron and rust, rust Mimicking Commodus Sipping the finest stock in asylum from us Want us to gush Lush stories of Accra, Ghana, Botswana Just a modern Livingstone Indigenous kids defiled your bust What a vile fuck Spun the dial, cock it adios Called a mild and smug toast rubbing the Maserati chrome While the lyre is plucking a song as long as Hammurabi's code Then written in laws that fostered our toxic polyphones You just liked the ring of it Roped into binding knots tied delicate This beast in the room between us could poach Skin, and feast on an elephant Better to leave it be then let it Sink its teeth in your attempts of quelling it Cause it's settled Living centuries in that blessing you requested just to relish in Just to watch me beg for it Untied the knot ever so delicate You just wanted to watch me beg for it I don't give a fuck how delicate You could be the most delicate in the world I'm not gonna beg for it On the brink and edge of death I wouldn't even beg for it