Where the fuck do you get off?
You don’t know a fucking thing about me
about loyalty
about respect
you don’t know anything
about sticking out your
neck
Your knives are dull,
(your knives are dull)
every thought is unoriginal
You can’t touch me
you’ve got nothing
you can’t touch me
you’ve got nothing
Your aesthetic is shallow
your words are meaningless
your threats are empty
and your lives are fucking useless