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You’re sitting in your room, you’re crying like a little bitch

One more day you gotta face the world and all its shit

Look at yourself, you’s a fucking mess

Bald head, man breasts, dressed to depress

No talent, bank account: low balance

You’re stupid and your breath smell like egg salad

You used to dream of being famous

Now every night you gotta stick rectal suppositories up into your anus

Plus you got a bus pass, swagger on a minimum

Wife’s been cheating on you since the turn of the millennium

People think you’re mildly autistic, simplistic

Always leaving home without your wallet, you’s a dipshit

Hardly Mr. Fix-It, more like Mr. Useless

Only got one option left and I suggest you choose it

I suggest you buy a gun, I suggest you use it

And kill yourself to this Buckwheat music

It’s okay to take yourself out the game

You’re the only person to blame, pussy, your life sucks

Your wife fucks, she fucks other guys

Your whole life is a mistake in your mother’s eyes

It’s okay to take yourself out the game

Put that burner up to your brain, and pull the trigger, player

And kill yourself, just kill yourself

Just kill yourself, just kill yourself

I hate to break it to you, homie, but your life’s the worst

You drive a Hyundai, you should prolly upgrade to a hearse

It’s not your fault, dog, you did the best that you could do

God must have spent a little less time on you

With your stomach troubles, always got the bubble guts

Stinking up the Starbucks bathroom, taking public dumps

Mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging mumbler

Your son called you gay on his Tumblr

But this your chance to make a positive difference

The world is positively better off without you in it

Your dad can finally say that you’re a man, and that’s real

Eat a bag of Jack Links' jerky for your last meal

People do it all the time, you can go the same route

Another flamer flaming out

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow your brains out

This life is a game, your game is rained out

Okay, it’s the Groats, baby, 2011. You know, this world ain’t meant for

everybody, you know what I’m saying? Survival of the fittest, and only the

strong make it. But sometimes, natural selection just needs a little push.

It’s up to you to make that happen

They say it’s a cold world out there, but don’t worry. You gonna be nice and

toasty where you going, you feel me?

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