I know who you are.
Looked you up, and know that you live pretty far.
Away from me.
But you can't plea.
And run away scott free.
Because I know your daughter.
And she's been telling me nothing but bad things about you.
She told me you've gotten violent towards her and her brother.
I may not know who you are.
But as I sing and play this guitar.
More and more I'll find out who you are.
Wanna make you pay.
For whatever you have done.
I know your son.
I'll make sure you haven't won.
Your dark secrets that can only be kept hidden for so long.
Once I've found out what you've done wrong.
I'll make you pay.
Any time, any day.
Your evil way.
Of manipulating will die.
As you stand their disappointed and sigh.
Because you will not win.
And in the end.
You'll pay for your crimes.
Can't hide forever Jen.
No matter how many times you do your sexist shit and manipulate men.
Until you apologize to your son and daughter.
And stop treating them like slaughter.
I wanna...
Make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
Because I can read you from a mile away.
Wanna make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
Any time, any day.
Wanna, gonna need to....
make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
Better pray, because I'm gonna make you pay...
Wanna make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
Wanna make you pay.
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