You sold out
your friend to save your own skin
Your name is now soiled to you
and your kin
You betrayed the trust; you
sold out your soul
Your scheme was successful; you
scored your sick goal
No one respects you, even your pals
the police
Your life now is running,
you’ll never sleep in peace
I watched you in court lying
to my face
Now I’m in prison, preparing
my case
How could you do it? You coward, you rat
You’re an insect that’s all a
bloodthirsty gnat
This is my reward for being
your mate
But id rather be in prison
than have your fate.
One day, one day
What comes around?
Goes around!
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