Nothing to prove and nothing to do for–
You little fucked up man
Don’t seem to know me at this point in my life
Understand my world
But you don’t know my strife
Character flawed, expect me to try
My life in my hands, my name in your mouth
Talk down on me one more time
I’ll step up and show you what’s mine is fucking mine
At will
In spite
Miserable existence, what do you provide?
Petty selfish cretin, choke on your lies
Petty selfish cretin
Despise
Not afraid to show you
What’s mine is fucking mine