I'm getting sick and tired
Of the same old %#@!,
People taking us for a joke,

I want you to eat your words
In hope that you choke, you choke.


Years spent mastering our craft
While you waste away,
Twisting your tongue with

Over opinionated dribble,
Spilling from your mouth,
Who's accomploshing more?

You do the math.

Go ahead let your ego

Grow a little larger.
You're not getting any $#&@ing smarter.


I'm done feeling like this
For the things you have all done,
It's your $#&@ing problem from now on,

It should have been from the start.

I will be the one to put you in your place,

At least then you'll learn to grow the $#&@ up,
You self centred cunts.


Stop thinking your values are higher
Than everyone else's,
You're just as human as everyone else.


You are not a god among men,
You are a pilgrim with a fake sense of pride.