diss track
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In your sleep, there you find, a daunting version of yourself
a mixed perplexity of conscience, and in need of self-help
But you refuse, like the stubborn little twit that you are
These bloated
airheads pumping
their skulls
with fucking
bullshit Your
life is
a lie
While they worshipped Kardashians in high school
I was in honors society before it was cool
