I’ve been a slave to shame
A wasted name
A loser in this game we play
So what are you afraid to say?
I’m done with this charade

I’ve been engraved by pain
Betrayed by fate
Sedated by your serenade
So what are you afraid to say?
I’m done with this charade

So if you want me gone for good
You’ll have to dig and rip my feet from beneath the ground I stood
I wish you would

And don’tcha beat around the bush
I’ll find a place to mark your grave with the daisies that you’ll push
You know I could

I wanna see things from inside of your skin
I wanna pull the seams back and stick my skeleton in
I wanna know what it's like without a ritalin script
Without an epinephrine pen for my adrenaline fix

I wanna see how the other half lives
While I've been rent-free living in their head's residence
And I'm sorry if you're sore from always riding my dick
It's just too too too too too too fucking fun to be cringe

I’m a
Who?
I’m a
What?
I’m a piece of fucking shit

Say it, bitch

Aye, what you gon' do?
Skin so thin your thoughts are see-through
There ain’t shit I ain't already knew
You're an out-of-date, wagie, corporate stooge

Dirt under my shoe
It's gon' hurt when I stomp on you
Watch you squirm back into the womb
Yuh, return to that bitch and you'll feel me soon

Lies and lies
A leatherbound disguise
Though crocodiles could never feign as insincere a cry

Lies and lies
Dishonest by design
And when my fists tear through your lips
There’s nowhere left to hide

Lungs are growing tired from wasting my breath
Words won't break through the walls 'round their heads
I've tried all I can; I've got nothing left
This is just the fate I have to accept
Pushed out of a world I don't understand
And I'm left on my own with my flaws in hand
But even if you think I'm less of a man
I'd rather bare my soul than hide who I am

Take that mask that you’ve made
And shove it up your ass
Shatter your complex
Since you niggas ain’t built to last
Identity crisis
You a walking body bag
This real nigga, real retarded
Got the human race mad

Switching your religion
Living as a runner
Puppet on a string
You’re scared of your conductor
Piss ‘em off
Make ‘em suffer
I’m a fed-hunter
Staying true to my suit
While you living through another

I’ve been a slave to shame
A wasted name
A loser in this game we play
So what are you afraid to say?
I’m done with this charade

I’ve been engraved by pain
Betrayed by fate
Sedated by your serenade
So what are you afraid to say?
I’m done with this charade

You’re nothing to me