Syndrome - Toxic b**h Part 2 lyrics

[Intro: Millertski] Man, I used to give a f** about you guys I used to like being YOUR kid, but now it's f** you! Alright? It's f** you! I f**ing hate your guts! f**ing! b**h a** f**ing parents! fu*k YOU [Verse 1: Millertski] Want to take away my computer? You're gonna have to stop me fast 'Cause I'm coming in like a jar of acid And a can of whoop a**, f** you DAD You ain't never believed in me You ain't never think that this would work out for me But look at me now, look at my damn roster you f**wad I f**ing hate your guts, I hope you know that I hope when I move out, you get over-smoked and over-dose I hope when I move out, that you need a kidney transplant from me dad But I ain't ever helping out, or believe that you'll make it out alive You drink beer, what happened to my old father I guess he's dead, ain't he? AIN'T HE?! HE'S DEAD ISN'T HE, MY SUPPOSED FATHER! fu*k YOU! fu*k OFF! [Hook: Millertski] I f**ing hate your guts, where are my real parents? The one's who believed in me at the start The one's who supported me, but you ain't never supporting me You woulda helped me out from the beginning But right now, it's not me that's not winning, it's you that's losing [Verse 2: Millertski] I'm winning, because look at me now mom I'm coming right back on you, to make you cry painful tears Yeah, don't fear all cheers, but once I cheer than fear all fears You're husband is a queer and you're a c*nt f** you, a**holes, thinking that school is the way to make it in life Look at social media, it's practically a meeting of the most intellecutal people People who have dreams, people who have aspirations, inspirations Are there at the touch of a finger tip, the bu*ton you press I now see my own parents engulfed in their phones too But oh boo hoo, yeah cry motherf**ers, you ain't ever gonna see me up years f** High School, f** everything, f** Arlington, f** family's All you add is fuel to the fire, you gave me the lighter Now I'm going higher 'cause you made my a** on fire [Hook: Millertski] I f**ing hate your guts, where are my real parents? The one's who believed in me at the start The one's who supported me, but you ain't never supporting me You woulda helped me out from the beginning But right now, it's not me that's not winning, it's you that's losing [Verse 3: Millertski] And to anybody else that is going through a period Where you f**ing hate your parents and then make it clear to them That's what I did, yet they still mess with me This song's gonna get my whole room messy But I'm not the one you wanna mess with, am I? I'm just a ma** murderer, serial k**er in disguise So look at me now, like Chris Brown You stepped on me, that's my toe sis My bro's have my back, but my parents don't Oh well, guess I was right when I had the thought of I was adopted But how dissapointed would you be if you heard me spitting these true lyrics On the stage when I'm a do 'em, and I'm whispering Just so that you can fear me more, and you're listening to my ghostly howls f** your eyeball, I'll shove a fork in it if you get close to me [Hook: Millertski] I f**ing hate your guts, where are my real parents? The one's who believed in me at the start The one's who supported me, but you ain't never supporting me You woulda helped me out from the beginning But right now, it's not me that's not winning, it's you that's losing