THE DEATH OF I

I do not want Peace I want War
I'll gather as many hooligans as possible & buy guns
Organise shooting classes & practice till we're perfectly able to aim at your ego
I don't want truce no more! I set your city on fire till we hear noises of your bad habits running out on them tiptoe
We used to be friends! Yeah we used to be
Had mutual understanding till we looked stupid
I was the hype man you was the hyped man
I worked out everything! You got the credit
I gave you the show but you never felt indebted!
I always knew you were up to something! Remember the day I told you to stop getting angry over little things! You immediately sparked up like plug! There I knew you had current issue
"Hey! Don't talk to..." listening is quite difficult for you these days
I am not done yet so listen.
You allowed all these little praises get into your head! People screaming your name telling saying you're the best
Being & remaining the best is possible but that depends!
Only Possible if you die by my hands