you say you're a friend, a sis? a bro?

claiming you're the best a soul could ever know?

a lover a mother a father a daughter?

shit you cheat on a social sheet

shut or teeeeeet you're no longer sweet

you and your likes are:

So overrated

So much debated

So long I've waited

Wasted, dedicated

Too much energy

For the overrated

But then I learn

To start unburn

Me, you should earn

Never worn, ever stern

Wanna judge my grudge, wanna sludge my fudge

Trudge you drudge, budge with my nudge

No, you don’t know what me you owe

You sham, scrimshow, you know no know!

Tate, tate, tate, tate — nothingness bait

Filthy trait on an empty plate

Hate you state, but it’s all too late

Grudge on grudge, it accumulates

except that grudge that stays chili

the need the greed that grows hilly

the satisfaction of a chased filly

you act in tact, but you're willy-nilly

And teat, and teat — thou hast no state,

Thou matter’st not, nor yet thy state.

And teat, and teat — thou hast no state,

Thou matter’st not, nor yet thy state.

And teat, and teat — thou hast no state,

Thou matter’st not, nor yet thy state.

you can only believe... but i woke up

Sit on a chair and point

Rest back your neck, appoint

Damn you, you disappoint

Up yours with a burning joint

No, you're not in my seat

So fucking act not sweet

Take your toilet paper sheet

Shit your mouth shut so neat

And teat and teat and teat

Not all dogs deserve their treat

Wanna judge my grudge, wanna sludge my fudge

Trudge you drudge, budge with my nudge

No, you don’t know what me you owe

You sham, scrimshow, you know no know!

Tate, tate, tate, tate — nothingness bait

Filthy trait on an empty plate

Hate you state, but it’s all too late

Grudge on grudge, it accumulates

except that grudge that stays chili

the need the greed that grows hilly

the satisfaction of a chased filly

you act in tact, but you're willy-nilly

And talk and blame and cry so lame

And speak of shame when shame’s your game

You just see your face, you just hear your name

Believing you're fire, miss tiny candle flame

So come along, let’s play your song

What you want go right, I’ll make go wrong

I’m an angel, but you don’t belong

A dong-dong, mad King Kong

Ye teat and teat and teat and teat

Wake up, scumbag, pure shit on sheet

And teat, and teat — thou hast no state,

Thou matter’st not, nor yet thy state.

And teat, and teat — thou hast no state,

Thou matter’st not, nor yet thy state.

And teat, and teat — thou hast no state,

Thou matter’st not, nor yet thy state.

you can only believe... but i woke up

you know what your issue is?

not chaptering yours, hers and his

blaming all for your misfortune

not enjoying your new fortune

showing off what you have, but grudging what you never had

abusing your every condition for you being bad

pretend you wish people well

but you can't, you're made of hell

of lack you never forget

photoshopped the well you get

every soul is an object a crucible for your revenge

i ll do to them what was done to me

i ll do it more the more i ll be

so put a smile but you'll never be

except that grudge that stays chili

the need the greed that grows hilly

the satisfaction of a chased filly

you act in tact, but you're willy-nilly