Bite the hand that feeds you
from whatever bullshit they lead you.
Salt in the wound, a pinch of entertainment
to watch you squirm and anguish.
Words of affirmations comes with knives,
this ain't no consolation and there is no prize.
Sipping the tears of my financial aid,
the poor stays poor and the rich get paid.
Feed me the truth, the lies are too easy,
for someone so vain and so greedy.
I'm not your fucking friend,
so I'm calling it an end.
You get what you get,
but ma'am where is the respect.
I don't hope you reconsider,
just know I'm motherfucking bitter.
The girl is the problem, I said what I said.
But I guess its easier to let her stay and let her give you head.
I don't even think I can drop receipts,
cause all I want right now is to find some peace.
