I'm sitting here crying,
as the blood runs down my arm,
well at least i know very well,
that karma comes back around.
when it does i hope it kills you,
so you'll never say it again,
and when it does, i hope you die,
a slow and painful death.
the kind of death that you deserve,
for being such a b**ch,
i promise i won't feel bad for you,
when they find you beaten, in a ditch.
so anyways, back to karma,
what an evil thing it is,
it's gonna bite you in the a**,
while I'm laughing in your face.
