Opening:

(If you're seeing red don't bother)
(I don't need another rubber knife to harm ya)
(I don't give a damn about honour)
(Everybody gets what they deserve)
That's Karma

Verse 1:

That's Karma
Everybody gets what they deserve
That's karma
That's karma
Everybody gets what they deserve

I'm seeing all these teachers
Fake as fuck
They giving up
When they see Karma
Boy they out of luck
They've had enough
They speaking 'bout his attitude
It sucks
I hear them
"Oh, he's out of line"
They're out of time
So what
I get it done
Never sorry I'm bad
Ain't no-one can outmatch
When we're brawling
I'm fast
See the fists they gonna catch
They get floored in a flash
I endure to outlast
I'm so trained in attack
I come top of the class
Lights out
Plan's south
Wiped out
When they doubt
Uh, fighting with skills
I'mma flout
When you come waving the rules all about
Knives out
Lie down
Gun loud
Flying rounds
Lighting them up when they're running their mouths
Knocking them down with the...

Run this ship
I'm a natural leader
Oh and y'all ain't shit
Understand you're weaker
My hearts so cold
They might call me Frieza
Watch these traps unfold
Someone call Nagisa
Chorus:

If you're seeing red don't bother
I don't need another rubber knife to harm ya
I don't give a damn about honour
Everybody gets what they deserve
That's Karma
That's Karma
Everybody gets what they deserve
That's Karma
That's Karma
Everybody gets what they deserve

Opening to verse 2:

(Karma)
(Karma)
(Karma, Karma, Karma!)

Verse 2:

Artist with my weapons
When I get the toys drawn
Blend in the scenery
A karma chameleon
Boy George
You're a little koi
Caught in the shark's cage
Methods are archaic
A teacher cannot parlay
They aren't safe
I rend a victim
'Til his ends are ripped
And send a pic and death description
To his next of kin by text
And then I bin them
Call it sadistic
Or Artistic
I don't give shits
Cause I flick wrists
And I stick this little switchblade
In your ribs bitch (Bitch!)
Bottom roster
And the last considered privilege
But still, I top the practicals
'Cause naturally my skill is sick
Chatting hate and shit
Don't have to face opinions if
I just assassinate the pricks
Before the class debate finishes
I call that a fun dispute
I'll cause a ruckus too
For anyone who comes that's new
And thinks they can tell me what to do
Like fuck a substitute
I need a sub to shoot
I'm one for subterfuge
You're sub-human to me
So you can suck it, dude!

Chorus:

If you're seeing red don't bother
I don't need another rubber knife to harm ya
I don't give a damn about honour
Everybody gets what they deserve
That's Karma
That's Karma
Everybody gets what they deserve
That's Karma
That's Karma
Everybody gets what they deserve