Why do you lie to yourself? Always a cut above the rest
Artificially depressed, you’ve got no one to impress
No stress, you’re born blessed
Narcissistic more or less, you only get it from the best
I’ll fucking say it with my chest
How are you oppressed? Because you fell at second best?
I can’t relate because I operate flawlessly under stress
Fuck you all like incest
You’re getting spoilеd by the best
Rough sex, rough sеx, she’s obsessed
What’s next?
Delusional, you can’t see the truth as per usual
I can’t get it through to you you fucking imbecile
Fuck it man, I’m through with you
Call me Giles Corey the way I stack that weight like the Crucible
I like my bitches how I like my carry; constitutional
Every verse I drop I’m spitting facts
I’m not afraid to tell you drop the tough guy act
You wanna be big and bad ‘til you get folded like a nap
You claim you got that gat but I know your claims are whack
Little pussy boy ain’t nothing hit a scrub
Try to kill yourself and hope you make the 27 club
You’re nothing great
You think you Kurt Cobain the way you tote the shotty?
Or maybe Courtney Love the way you catch a body?
I could care less about that
I’m only here to spit some facts and hit your bitch from the back
Delusions of Grandeur, you think that you’re above it
You always say fuck it until someone tells you to shove it where the sun don’t ever shine
Aww damn I love it
You don’t know it’s a game and you’re playing the puppet