Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Dr. Acula
Here's to the world that we forgot about
Your insecurities must control your fucking mouth
Thrown to the wolves like the bitch that you are
But you're a star in your own mind and blind to the fact
Blind to the fact that you are
Blind to the fact that you are washed up, washed up
You're fucking washed up, washed up
How many years has it been?
And who knows about it?
So give up the fucking dream
So give up the fucking dream
So give up the fucking dream
So give up the fucking dream
So you can blame everybody else
But at the end of the day
It's still your own damn shame
You fucking rat, get back to the pack
Sick hair, sweet tats, you sucker bitch-made hack
Watch your mouth
Or you'll be watching your back
You somewhat pretentiously stab in the back
You prey on the people who own what you lack
For no lack of attempting, you fail to attack
Karma's a bitch, one that you can have back
One that you can have back
One that you can have back
And it all comes back around, around
Watch your mouth
Watch your back