If the world was built for two,
It certainly wasn’t built for you…

They picking off the black sheep, sniffing up the vaccine
Crippled with the cane…
I’m sitting in the backseat, lifted off the trash heap
Pistol to my brain…

Verse 1:
Flip a nickel with a stain—Two-Faced
to make ripples in the game
It’s as simple as they’re saying
if you’ve hindered all your flame
Let ‘em reign, I ain’t finna fall for fame
Innards on display
for entertainment?
I’d rather sink than sing on your slave ship
Chains, whips, ain’t shit—
just keep you tame when you famous.
Painted as patron saints—
sacred agents of the Matrix
It’s a shame
in the name of some trivial gains
Stars are framed
Played like a bunch of video games
At the press of a button
get to steppin’ like nothin’
was ever set for discussion
and then dissected of substance
They pretend they above it
like it ain’t left to the public
who in the end direct
the direct extent of your budget
Yea, sunset is coming
Let the prophesy hail true
May you never forget the day
that democracy failed u.
Hypocrisy nailed truth
to the X on the dotted line
Cosign the slaughter
So we can all sing this lil’ light of mine…

Hook: from Lana Del Rey’s “Video Games”
“Heaven is a place on earth where you
tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Hunny, is that true?
It’s better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody
is loving you… Baby, now you do.”

Verse 2:
Bitten forbidden fruit
The poison apple of your eye
They’re living proof
of all that happens when you die
Line ‘em up in front a firing squad
Gunnin’ for the head,
Admire in awe, many bled
to keep that carpet running red…
You took your body downtown
The DTs found out
EMTs countdown
‘til you licked clean by chow hounds
Pussy on a platter
You society’s Siamese
Your body’s a crime scene
I seen it on the side street
Underwent the knife
like, “It’s all about the timing!”
And you were right,
just picked the wrong site for hiding
Born vixen
swore she needed more fixing
All tense before presented,
got a date with the mortician
Through the stitches and the soreness
Face lifted, lips are gorgeous
Bigger tits, ass blimped
Now you stiff as rigor mortis
Floored—hit all fours
like good lil’ business horse
Live fast, die young—
‘least you’ll leave an exquisite corpse…

Hook: LDR

Verse 3:
'Oh yea..?
Ok, let’s play, my little sex slave
Bettie page in bondage
No resting, heaven is a place
where your neck’s strained in my harness
Chestplate full of carbon
Next day headache from your conscience
Why the fuck would I put you on
if I wasn’t depraved and heartless?
Starving artists
unguarded against my carnage
‘cause my palm gives something solid
they all want but aren’t promised.
Truly doomed
without the fruits of the accomplished
‘cause the world was built for two—
that’s the root of being acknowledged.'
Hell, that’s cold...
Starlets victimized by telescopes
Wait ‘til whites of their lies show to shoot
then embellish those.
Cameras for the common good?
You're a Commie and a tyrant
Paparazzi propaganda—
pop a Nazi with the iron!
TMZ—TMI, private eye
What team am I?
There’s no “i” in team, but there’s a “me”
So, feel free to die
You a fiend that feed on lives
I’m a fiend that feed on lines
Used to be the white stuff,
but now the lights up,
and well, that phoenix fine…

Hook: LDR