Agent smith
I'm the one that knows the secrets that you
Fucking hid
I know you chase a high from women with a Self worth wearing thin
Damaged confidence, cause of you she said She's celibate
I got the quotes
Blue pills turn red I'll change to Morpheus
The cash you stole from me
Hope you Venmo me after this
I truly hope you don't grow old till then you'll Make me sick
I got receipts you don't know leaked could get You on a list
Better to kick the bucket young than live in self Defense

Not convinced?
Ok I'll say it straight not droppin hints
Relationships in stints
Same as your art prints
And your parents
They don't work out and your like count is low Unless you show your skin
I'm not convinced ok, that you will you ever Choose to cleanse your sins
I saw the prints all on her neck
The bruise you left proves your offense
To leave the shape the devils hand a violent Lust at her expense
Her public silence not to blame
She's been scared of you ever since
I think now we all feel the same
Your dad does too he's on the bench
I'm sorry he's never around, to Cope you say You're glad he went?
Got daddy issues does your mom know where Her son's hands really been?
She's always been there for you
Just like your hoes you you quick to use it
Make her think that you're soul searching
Behind them curtains you abusive
I'm gonna make sure now she's heard Something
Imma make sure that it's ruthless
Your sons a psychopathic, narcissistic, Textbook girl abuser
You don't know your son assaulted (bleep) bet You wish you never knew her
I shoulda trust my instincts but you tricked me Way that you maneuver
You fucking hate your daddy you know you will be him in the fucking future

Crazy way you came to me
Teary eyed yeah I know those were crocodiles
You played my compassion with your fake cries And fake smiles
I'm one to make demands this time
I bet all this you'll undermine and say you made Mistakes, not crimes
Couldnt risk admitting shit you did you're see Through
Now tell Abby it isn't true you know she will Believe you
Told me that she ain't the one, you don't love Her, you know she do
Told me she isn't attractive, and still fucked her, Let her feed you
And your ego
Don't care if her soul bleeds,
You still pursuing
Told me that you didn't care
Mind was on her and you screwing
Abby, do you know your lover choked (bleep) Till she could barely breath?
Consent was not an option she got trauma
From his fucking needs
She's not the only one
You cannot believe the things you see
And if you let it slide I guess he's Clyde and you Are his Bonnie
And to the other girls that been done wrong, Only speak up if you're ready
Wouldn't blame you staying silent when you Dealin with machiavelli yes
We know that you'd go low Joe Goldberg shit
Your sins is heavy
Next time you draw a cartoon girl make sure to Keep them hands steady