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?