I Hate You

[Verse]
It's a cold winter night, guess who's gonna die?
I'm out in your back garden with my fucking knife
Just walking by so I thought I'd pop in and say "hi"
Don't worry, I know you're shy so I'll do most of the talking
This will be our first eye-to-eye chat, only found you by stalking
Tonight, I end the stalking and plan to be doing some chalking
I've been planning this for years, you fucked me over
Did you know once I broke my shoulder?
No, of course you didn't fucking know
How would you? You weren't fucking there
I see you through the window, you're balding, losing hair
I didn't want much, just a father who truly cared
You thought you escaped me but I came back round like I'm looping snares
If you saw me standing there, you'd be scared
I walk to your glass door, and smash it
I want you fucking dead, this is no cap this
I brought the rope, mask and knife, that's a hattrick
Make a crack in the door, I see you're with some fat bitch
Luckily she doesn't see me, see, I'm not like you
I don't wanna hurt an innocent person like you
I get in, and my first plan was to just knife you
It's raining so I'm making the floor wet, sorry about that
Fuck it, I'm not sorry, I'm here in your house, flat
Fuck, I didn't realise it was just a shitty flat
As soon as that bitch goes, it's a rap
Oh, you just told her to leave, you silly twat
I look you in the eyes, you're looking awfully dizzy, dad
The door closes in the distance, I tell you to have a seat
I don't know much about you, I know you were a rapper, leech
And I know you were a fucking selfish cunt
And me? Well, I'm hellish fuck
With a fire in my gut ready to kill like your alter ego
Kill your fucking ego
Made a song about being a virgin, oh, we know
I show you my tools, show it off
I didn't realise you were a poet, not
The knife is in my hand, why can't I stab this man?
I can, I know I fucking can
But first, tell me something about yourself, don't make me force ya
Although I was raised to be good by my mum I will commit torture
Even if that means tiring you down and I have to torch ya
Just fucking tell me something
He's quiet, he doesn't say shit, I think about this
I've broken into some cunts house, I've turned into what I hated
Even if he said something, it would have been belated
I don't need to know shit about him, I'm just need to be me
I leave without saying a word and never look back
Fuck it, I don't need to know about him, my life I took back
Fuck this guy, fuck what should have been my dad, fuck you, Charly Pankhurst