Felicia

By the sight of the sun I will cut off your fking head You will not be shown mercy, love, or respect By the sight of the sun I will cut off your fking head Time to settle your debt Severed at the neck I'll stay for everything No retribution, no pain left Push it down, bury it deep Fking panicked, why don't we be? How she must have hoped And how she must have begged To have a real father For it to come to an end I can't come to grips It makes me sick to my stomach Supposed to be a father Not make a little girl suffer Yeah There's a price on your head Yeah And you're wanted for dead (Eugh) Wanted for dead No sympathy for those who abuse comes easily Can't hide from this any longer No judge no jury, just an execution Why the fk do you get to feel safe? Demented b*st*rd We don't need you There's no cure for the sickness in you Covered in sweat Reduced to a stutter I'll give you one last chance to see your mother