[Chorus]
So before anyone, you do it to yourself
You write your own diss track, then go and k** yourself
You got a lot to say and you got a lot in mind
So free yourself my son, and take your (take your) time
[Verse 1]
Wake the f** back up to your depressing little life
You should pray to god that you're even still alive
You diabetic fat f**, probably got your dick tucked in your rolls
Never been inside no one's holes
Now put your feet in the inside of your shoes
Then go into the bathroom and then maybe take a deuce
Don't dare go to the kitchen and go reaching for the knife
Cuz you got a lot to go before you end your (end your) life
[Chorus] (x2)
[Verse 2]
Whenever you rap you swear you're at the top of the game
The truth is that you're really just another lame
And you swear to god that you got mad game
But when you talk to girls they end up with another mane
And you're sober as f**, you ain't hit the sh** in ever
You put d** in your rhymes just to make your rhymes sound better
And when you're home alone you down a couple brews
10 shots of that whiskey to drown your f**ing blues
[Chorus] (x2)
[Verse 3]
All of your so-called friends just really f**ing hate you
You try way to hard and you do all that they make you
You try and fit in though you could never really win
You just don't realize that that's your biggest sin
You go to your school and you see them every day
You sit with them at lunch but with never much to say
And after you go home, no text as much as "hey"
At home you feel lonely in every type of way
[Chorus] (x2)