Bet Your Bottom Dollar

 
Twist the knife deeper darlin
I don't feel your prick
you dig and don't touch the scars you left
 
Lingering in the shadows
with darkness sickness
invading the semblance of normalcy  
with your fallic symbolism  
 
Little boy with mommy issues
can't take the heat have to blame everyone else
for your family neurocy  
Pick up a blade now and cut me
I'm prepared for more than you have to offer
 
I've loved you blindly
I loved your family
you think to inherit  
you money grubber
 
Keep your dollars and sense
I know in the end you'll get what is owed you
Karma will see it to it
 
So I hope you have your checks balanced
cause I am going to war you for what's most important to you