You are a goddamn son of a bitch
High and mighty egotist
You are a goddamn son of a bitch
Smash your head you f*cking...
You are a goddamn son of a bitch
And you can't even deny it
You put your own lies on a petestal
Then tell them all to submit
You love to slander and criticize endlessly
Then pass it as your holy scripture
You'd rather focus on the trivial
Instead of witnessing the bigger picture
Your enemies are the ones with the Guillotine
The air you breathe is the sent of gasoline
Your views are, subjective
One day you'll regret it
You'd rather insult then take the blame
Your friends are, your minions
Fantasy opinion
Symptoms of an early narcissist
Fabricate your own delusions
You love to play pretend
You'd rather outnumber one enemy
Then make up false amends
But eventually, they'll outnumber you
But I know you'll make it worse
No matter what you say or do to them
You'll be sent home in a hearse
Your views are, subjective
One day you'll regret it
You'd rather insult then take the blame
Your friends are, your minions
Fantasy opinion
Symptoms of an early narcissist
You are everything you hate
You always fail to hesitate
I hope you never procreate
Become your own mistake