The slamming of my board against her head,
I walked away not caring if she was dead.
A strong supporter of the Brotherhood,
I believe that only white women are good.
And even tho she's only 17.
I made her head feel the pain of a guillotine.
Now I'm a wandering piece of ****,
Hiding out to avoid a hit.
Yet in darkness I cannot hide,
For the curse of a poet
Is slowly killing me inside.
Skeeter Millz...your fate is sealed.
I walked away not caring if she was dead.
A strong supporter of the Brotherhood,
I believe that only white women are good.
And even tho she's only 17.
I made her head feel the pain of a guillotine.
Now I'm a wandering piece of ****,
Hiding out to avoid a hit.
Yet in darkness I cannot hide,
For the curse of a poet
Is slowly killing me inside.
Skeeter Millz...your fate is sealed.