Karma Rising
This weak-minded control freak has a plan.
To elevate himself at everyone's expense.
He's causing the very problems that he claims to fix.
But he's nothing more than a brown-nosed little prick.
Tossing everything around him on the pyre.
He's forgotten that we've got time and karma on our side.
That sweet little honeybee with the powerful sting.
That deems bad intentions as lowbrow, poisonous things.
One day, sure enough, that karmic bee blitzed in and stung him in the nuts.
(his brow beat wife bloodied his nose and left him in the dust).
He's too conceited to believe that his dirty ego...
Raped itself and leaped into the ditch.
Now guess who's rising from the ashes.
Guess who's spinning on the spits.
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