Esophagus

Call me out, yeah call me out
You piece of shit won't get a hold of my cursed clout
Fight me out, yeah fight me out
I'll rollercoaster all the way to my crooked vault
Paranoia tagged me in and now I must prepare right
Square up straight, punch the gut, and slit the throat, then I flight
Oh you're making this worse and my plan was a lie
Grab a hold of me and choke down my esophagus

Cop me out, yeah cop me out
Trick me well right out of the wicked wall
Strike me out, yeah strike me out
Oh, there's a million reasons why I can't crack your bones
Beat me down again and I'll get shook
Right round right round and my head comes off
You're a pessimistic bitch, how did I let you win
Grabbed a hold of me and choked down my esophagus