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Obnoxious

I think with my heart and love with my head
Do you see the problem here?
You rip me to shreds
I think with my heart, you fuck with my head
Do you see the problem here?
You rip me to shreds, so tear into me…

~*~

I don’t know how to approach without causing a tiffed scene

For the situation is delicate and I’m a pubescent drama queen

With a firsthand awkwardness and an attitude that’s second rate

And a single third-degree word from my mouth could exacerbate

The bad into worse, wrong to right, and the good into questionable

I’ve never known how to react in a way that’s decent and preferable

Because I’ve hurt people too much, and my head is a constant mess

I am just another kid with a mean streak and a biro with a complex

It’s not the way it was anymore, now there’s always a tangible tension

A silent crash of peripheral glares, and a screeching of metal emotions

I’m sorry if I’m maundering, apathetic, and constantly act like I don’t care

But the truth is that I actually care far too much—and that’s why I’m scared.

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Oh, Brother

You walk right up to me
Abuse me on the street
Like a cannonball killing me
You got it wrong brother
Can’t you see? 
Can’t you see?

~*~

Your low self-esteem is held in high regard

You’re so pretentious you should win a goddamn award

Acting sanctimonious like you’re such a class act king

With that attitude of yours, bitch you’re basically next to nothing

I hope you like the songs that I’ll dedicate to you too

Here’s a clue: they all start with a fuck and end with a you

Selfish and portentous, I feel it resonate to my very bone

And yet you goddamn wonder why you are still depressingly alone

With what little redemption you have, gets shredded by your pure repulsiveness

Why don’t you look a little further, you pathetic menopausal mess?

I don’t even know why I waste my words on the waste that you’ve become

Go pick on someone your own size, you narcissistic dick

How dare you have the nerve to call yourself a man.

~*~

Won’t you walk on home brother?
Won’t you live and learn brother?
Think you’re a poet? A know-it? At your lowest?
Have you lost it? Did you toss it? Double crosses it?
Are you a loser? No one to choose you? Accuser?

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Haters Gonna Hate: Ultimate Diss Track

Alright, you had your turn

At the spotlight microphone

Yelling names down my ears

For the whole crowd to hear

But now it’s my fucking turn

And you better listen up then

‘Cause I’m about to burn me

Worse than I have ever been

Since everyone’s out to slay

My nasty reputation anyway

I’ll do you (and me) a favour

I’ll roast myself in full colour

So don’t you wish I was dead?

But join the club, it’s growing

Tons more waiting to sign up

And I’m the goddamn president

Because I’m a jerk, a selfish dick

Jerking off like a worthless prick

I never make amends, never work

Get busy on excuses until I choke

I don’t improve, though I degrade

Fuck humanity, screw my grades

It’s my fault I’m an underacheiver

Never reaching my true potential

And I have problems, I complain

But no one wants to hear a thing

They also got crap to deal with

Got no time for whiny bullshit

My attitude gets on their nerves

Who is this loser and his verve?

An attention-seeking infamy slut

Rebellious, stubborn, fucking nuts

Thinking that I did everyone wrong

So I cut off all the communications

It’s all I can do, it’s easier that way

Who wants to live with me anyway?

Because I’m simply damn egotistic

Anxious, narcissistic, so apathetic

I’m depressed, but I can go suck it

Eat my own shit, it’s just pathetic

I’m not so special, I’m not anyone

And I’m just another stupid human

Being cynical, rotting in this reality

Say we’ll die anyway, why be sorry?

And I never think that I’m enough

No self-esteem to even cover me up

Insecurities too deep it never heals

Stifling myself down on how I feel

I’m a chronic liar, two-faced bastard

Performances deserving of an award

I cheat, I steal, I loathe, I’m jealous

Moralities fucked, it’s overzealous

In the end, I’m all talk but no bite

I’m all blind punches but no fight

I’m all write, don’t say what I mean

Sucking on empty hope and dreams

I’m always so harmful and noxious

Think I’m cool but really obnoxious

Hurting the only ones tolerating me

Pushing away all friends and family

And I don’t care for my own being

Even in the sake of any other doing

The fact I’m even writing all of this

Shows how much garbage I could be

I mocked and pissed at myself now

Still I feel it’s inadequate somehow

I’ve got a million profanities to give

And a million more why I shan’t live

But I’ll never change for the better

I simply push my head underwater

Wallowing in such a wretched state

Suffering is grand, it’s fucking great

I’m never alright, and I’ll never be

And the worst part is this self-pity

It’s disgusting, repulsive yet I take

Swallow down every dumb mistake

Never apologetic, always insincere

I’m such a faker, so crucify me here

It’s just another sin up the final tally

I don’t mind, go ahead and blame me

‘Cause I get it, I do, it’s into the ground

Why no one even wants to stick around

Because I’m just a miserable piece of shit

And if I’m this way, then yeah, I deserve it.

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Unmade Beds and Bruises

Show me how to kill you
You shed light then she’ll get all broken
Hurry up and get home, my dear
Where the fuck you been?

~*~

You say that you’re sick of sleeping alone

But you blow off every chance for you to stay home

We just adore the way you snap at us and revile

So much so that we might even keep our bruises a while

Your insults are faux pas, oh what a shame it doesn’t contrast

With your loathsome attitude the way your clothing does

So relent with the blatant abuse and mistreat us while you still can

The bed’s the only thing that’s not going to be empty when we’re gone.

~*~

Can’t you take a purpose
With the shape of a better sin?
You’re so fucking contradicting…

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The Practicality of the Jester

Never have I seen the tides fortuned with mine faith

Going to the left wing aisle to bid my time and wait

To the bespoke with pinstripe clothes, pray humility

Give a beggar and a vagrant hope for the humanity

You tip your hat as you please, to those raconteurs

Up akin zeppelins of silver, spin the boots with spurs

Never have I heard the songs operatic on a Wurlitzer

Going against postmodernism, hipsters to beleaguer

To the million letters of button beanies and trilby hat

Let the masses play hooky with classes, challenge what

You ride the bandwagon but you honk the horn solemnly

Down, miners frenzied for Californian gold and individuality

Never have I spoke another lie as truer as now I dare to purvey

Going for the magnum opus of the planet, roll the dice and play

To the tightwads and the prodigals, to all the dukes and hazards

Run with colours of the banner and chainmail armour for awards

Around the orbit, around the sun, around the rings of Saturn none

And you hurtle with the speed of a turtle, faster than a loaded gun

Desert all that frivolity, be the fool and the cool on the fresh April first

You rick and roll, never give it up, so drink the ocean to sate your thirst.

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Mock the Weak: PG Edition

You call me a bitch like it’s a bad thing
You call me a freak, like that means something
Can’t get your way, so you’re so pissed off!
I think we know the rest, but get it off your chest!

~*~

Cross me, pin me on one

See you at my crosshairs

Crossroads, wrong paths

So deal with me, you dare

Maybe you’ll stop staring

With a frown on your face

When you stop swimming

On the shit that you made

Oh I’m sorry, am I too rude?

Well fuck, I don’t care, I say

I inherited this crap attitude

From your gene pool anyway

If you got stupid issues, then

Just mail it to press release

Don’t turn a knife on my skin

To scratch latest news piece

You’re slipping on delusions

Get a grip, start being sober

Your power’s just disillusion

Sorry, but your game is over

‘Cause you just can’t piss off

A man who’s really having fun

And you can’t fuck over a guy

Who in the first place, is done.

~*~

I don’t give a shit
I love it when you call me a bitch
Like it’s a bad thing!

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Flying High

Your high-flung attitude is severely ambitious

You love causing such a scuffle and a mental fuss

But in the end, you’re simply foolishly capricious

And you let me down more than gravity does.

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De Haut En Bas

Gentleman in a sophisticated suit of the most exquisite tastes and aesthetic

Fastidious from your hat to your leather shoes, refined with every thread and stitch

With your ravishing habiliments, one look might indicate your manners easily

Pleasant, confident, cavalier, polite, a proclaimed gentleman of this era, truly

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But in the end, my dearest chap, it was never the suit that made the man

Because behind those pinstripes hid a supercilious, arrogant, ill-bred, useless scum

If you’re hideous to your very soul, then what use is the beauty of your garments so fine?

Because strip away your dashing suit, and what are you, but a disgusting creature lower than swine?

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