[Intro]

God fucking damn it

Uhhhhh…FUCK (puking noise)

(pops tab)

Uh…(Belch)

Let’s see who we can fuck with today...

[Verse 1: BKnitts]

Today I woke up with some hatred on my conscience

Probably just some leftovers from yesterday’s barrages

Can I brush it off? Nah, that’d be crazy. That’d be nonsense

I’ma post it on a song and hope creatives get responsive

I love making making digs and throwing flags on the internet

Twiddling my thumbs and fucking praying that my shit is read

As I rub my gut and take a drag of this cigarette

I’m barely getting started, sparking flames for your interest

And honestly, I’d love to be outside

Except the oxygen’s too pure, and all the sunlight hurts my eyes

And everybody that I see is either confident or kind

Man, that shit’s so fucking whack to me. Fuck it, back inside, uh

Nappy-headed. Every night is like the weekend

Drunk alone and writing with the slightest bit of pretense

Scoping with the keyboard, wonder who my type gon’ reach next

Trying to make a splash, send ‘em right off of the deep end

Stopping dicks. I’m a Peter Parker when I’m on the web

Bet I’m spidering and weaving hatred in these comment threads

The common threat. Destroying anything expressive

Especially if you’re proud of it, and I can tell you meant it

(Clears throat, spits) Hocking loogies on your proudest moments

Thumbing down that newest song and video you’re out promoting

Words are ammunition, got my trigger fingers ‘bout to blow it

Profoundly throwing all the heart and soul from out these poets

No good motherfucker, cynical, and deep

Got no work to call my own, can’t be critical of me

Born from out the cauldron, parasitic with the creed

I’m just tryna piss you off and make you miserable like me

Fuck you

[Bridge]

Hey you piece of shit, give me that fucking microphone

Get out of the way

[Verse 2: Eske]

Welcome to the basement in my parent’s house. (Damn right)

It’s where I spend my days, wile venom spews from out my mouth

Lurking on these forums, it’s so boring so I think I’ll spout

All this pent resentment out to fan the flame of your self doubt

No need to pout, little bitch, I’m just your average loser

Boozing til I hate myself, projecting on a youtube user

All up in your DMs and your head cuz I’m a tumor

It’s amazing how crazy I get you just with my computer, hah

Think you’re a trooper? Shit, well I’m the shooter

And I’ll do it all to make sure you won’t ever have a future

Cuz in high school, I was king, everybody loved my humor

But really I’m just an asshole, a gifted artist abuser, uh

So I’ll just continue with living in the past

Making parody accounts, tryna tarnish all your craft

Take you and your aspirations out like they were trash

Steady bashing every passion that you had the nerve to flash

There’s left but ash once your dreams go up in flames

I’m a serial arsonist dumping ether on your brain

And with the slightest spark, feelings blaze and cause you pain

It won’t ever fucking stop til your will’s completely drained, uh

Yo, but truthfully, the problem here is me

When I look into the mirror, man, it’s pretty clear to see

I’m so fucking insecure, feeling smaller than a pea

And I hope my ego grows with every damn demeaning deed

So feel free to take me head on if you ever want to dare

If you’re arguing with logic, you’re already in my snare

I’m out to kill your purpose, and nobody will be spared

Making everybody hate me, but I’ve never really cared

Pussy