Verse
Yo, as you are aware, it is your time to die,
And now I shall decide if you perish or fly,
Give me a second or two to examine your life,
Yo, we know the crimes you did and we’ll figure out why,
Well, you killed your father, you can’t deny that,
And married your mother, sadly too a fact,
You claim you didn’t know, but that’s not easy to buy,
Still, you get a chance to explain these crimes,
You say yourself that you could not be blamed,
You say yourself that you could not be blamed,
I get the logic to a degree, you couldn’t have known,
But, how could you not recognize your own folks?
They look like you, dude, you understand?
You knew the prophesy, but you say it again.
Chorus
No, you say yourself that you could not be blamed,
Yeah, but I’m blaming you,
You say that you could not have known,
Well, you could’ve known though,
You say yourself that it is not your fault,
But, you killed your father and married your mother,
No matter what excuse,
Tell me that ain’t wrong.
Verse
Yo, you ever heard of genetics? You know what they are?
It says your parents will make something like you are,
Did you ever notice you’re a lot like your wife?
You look alike, act alike, even rock the mic alike,
It’s not a coincidence, dumbass,
She’s your mother, but you still made a pass,
And your father, you never saw any resemblance?
He’s you in twenty years, so learn your lesson,
But, the question remains, and I’m still confused,
Your kids are inbred, but no screw loose,
How did that happen, they should be retarded,
Now we’ve come full circle, we’re back where we started,
You’re an idiot for not knowing you were related,
And sick for liking a woman so dated,
It was the prophesy, so it couldn’t be changed,
But now you’re going to feel the pain.
Chorus
No, you say yourself that you could not be blamed,
Yeah, but I’m blaming you,
You say that you could not have known,
Well, you could’ve known though,
You say yourself that it is not your fault,
But, you killed your father and married your mother,
No matter what excuse,
Tell me that ain’t wrong.
Chorus
No, you say yourself that you could not be blamed,
Yeah, but I’m blaming you,
You say that you could not have known,
Well, you could’ve known though,
You say yourself that it is not your fault,
But, you killed your father and married your mother,
No matter what excuse,
Tell me that ain’t wrong.
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