Disappointment

I am fucking sick of watching these half-brained, limp-dicked

Mouth-breathing imbeciles waddle around like they can even get

A fraction of my power, every single day, I wake up

And obliterate every single one of you worthless, bootlicking fucks

Without even trying, you think you’ve got a chance

You think you can reach my level, you can’t

You never fucking could, I don’t just beat you, I ruin you

I rip apart every delusion you have about being cool

And piss on the ashes of whatever pathetic ego

You managed to scrape together, you ain’t shit bro

But a walking, talking L, and permanent disappointment

To everything you’ve ever fucking touched or toyed with

I own you, I own your thoughts and your dreams

And whatever miserable scraps of self-esteem

You still pathetically cling to, you wake up every fucking morning

With my dominance looming over you like a storm that

You can’t escape, it’s not even a fair fight, it never fucking was

I was born superior, and you were born to be a dud

Every time you try to match me you get humiliated

Watching you flail around like a drunk, brain-dead

Fucking idiot while I obliterate you is the purest form of entertainment

You exist solely to lose, to be an example of what a basic

Incompetent, bottom-feeding waste of oxygen looks like

It’s actually pathetic how predictable you are all the time

The way you try to convince yourself that you’re improving

And that you’re learning, when in reality, you’re just looping

Through the same miserable cycle of absolute fucking failure

You think you’re making progress, when in reality you’re afraid to

You’re running in circles while I rocket through dimensions

That you can’t even dream of comprehendin’

I could erase you without even thinking

I could shatter whatever microscopic delusion you’re seeing

Aabout being a fucking somebody with a chance

With nothing more than a passing glance

And the worst part, you know deep down in that sad, rotting

Little pit of self-loathing that you’ll never be able to fucking touch me

I don’t just win, I make it hurt, I fucking hit you

So hard that you have to fucking rethink your entire existence

You go to bed at night hearing my voice in your fucking nightmares

Because the humiliation is so absolute that your tiny

Brain won’t let it go, the gap between me and you isn’t just massive

It’s fucking cosmic, you are so far beneath me

You’d need a goddamn telescope just to catch a teeny

Glimpse of my fucking shadow, and even if you could see me

I wouldn’t even fucking acknowledge your worthless, stinging

Insignificant existence, that’s how little you fucking matter

You are a stepping stone and a footnote in my legend

A fucking speed bump that I barely even mention

When I steamroll my way to absolute fucking perfection

And you cling to the delusion like it gives you an erection

That one day you’ll be something more than a fucking failure

You won’t, and no amount of crying or coping can change the

Fact that I fucking own everything, the battlefield, mine

The victory, mine, the respect, fucking mine, and you, that’s right

You’re the laughingstock, you’re the fucking clown

Who keeps showing up just to get humiliated in every round

You could have walked away, you could have accepted your place

Beneath my fucking boot, but instead, you keep wanting to face

Me, and I fucking love it, I love breaking you down

Tearing you apart, and grinding whatever is left around

Your excuses mean nothing, your efforts mean nothing

Your pathetic little dreams of victory don’t even touch me

The more you try, the more you fucking expose yourself as a retard

And the irredeemable piece of shit failure that you are

Every L you take makes me stronger, and every desperate flailing

Attempt to prove that you’re not a complete fucking waste of

Space just gives me more opportunities to obliterate you again bitch

You know this is true, you feel it in every pathetic

Fucking cell of your body, the dread, the humiliation

The reality that you will never be able to escape me