Oh the Misery

Everybody want to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody want to be my enemy, y, y ,y y,

Look out for your self

My enemy

Look out for yourself

But I'm ready

Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall

And the laughter in the halls
And the names that I've been called

I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time

When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic