I know you can't feel the sarcasm

Thinking to grandma withholding an orgasm

“see you in the pit” you're just talking shit

Your fucking cliches, we know you for that bitch

Listen: Doctor said you're depressed

Poor little guy, your life is a bluff

Your paranoia is always real

I know with the fear is hard to deal

In this life you are a guest

Still drinking milk from your mother breast

Keep complaining, I'm here explaining

And you're still blaming and keep complaining

Keep complaining about what I've done

Have you heard stories about the “gold-one?”

You're fading, just saying

I'm teabagging and you're staring