"What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12 for you?
Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock it in home, just try picturing that
Huh, I'm getting under his bark, and I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, ♥♥♥♥
Oh, you're a piece of ♥♥♥♥

Wait, hold up, I'm steppin' it back, now I'm playing it back
But I'm taking it back, nah, ♥♥♥♥ it
I'm tryna see how he work, I'ma take him apart and try puttin' him back
How could you ♥♥♥♥ up this home? We were lively, warm
Now you dead in a sack
♥♥♥♥ it, I'm burying you by the bridge so you bounce off the boats, fill it with rats

I've grown tired
My hands rest, wired, tied up
I've nothing to regret, I love it so much
Four walls holding my soul
I almost threw up this moment
My rage keeps growing so much
"