Shafted

Color me unimpressed
Your life's a lie, I ain't stressed
Why do you feel the need to compete?
Walk on home now - go on! beat your feet

Got more fucking stories than Aesop had fables

Son, why are you tryna flex? You got the wrong one
We could snap our fingers (and) have your punk ass on the run

I have no time for your shit
Shut your trap, bitch! Take the hint

Not impressed by the money you fake or the friends that bailed

May I suggest a hobby that doesn't involve twisting tales?

How's it feel to know you're living one great lie?
Does the shit you talk ever eat you up inside?
Never a whole man, you might be less than half
Take that noise somewhere else, I'm giving you the shaft

It must be so damn exhausting
To not trip over your own words
Miss me with that one up bullshit
Go get bent, you fucking nerd