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