Unanimous fear of trenches unknown / I shed a tear, for your frill cankerous home… You lack understanding, you have fear because you do not know / But in your mind; concrete. Beliefs made of stone… I’ll crack your stone, cause it’s not that strong / Sledgehammer, dynamite, a drill all along… In my tiny toolbox, ain’t nothing to me / But for you, my friend, it would be quite heavy.
You carry no weight, although you think you’re strong, on top / But sweetie, I carry you, without me you’ll drop.
You’re not Atlas, you’re a bitch / What more, the platinum fact is, your wealth does not make you rich…. Because you lack understanding of businesses so basic / It’s a tough world out there and you don’t want to face it.
I can’t believe the pompous attitude, I feel so bad for you and your kind / Thank God I know people with much more money than you, and they’re not so God damned blind…. The difference between you and them, is that they actually earned it / They fought for their keep, battles you haven’t learned of.
So you want to pass judgment, sitting across the table from me / You want to look at me as a whore, on a level beneath the sea?
That’s fine my darling, and oh so hilarious / You want to digest what the platinum fact is?
The fact is that you’re weak, you’ve been shielded from the slightest hardship / It’s easy to see, you’re borderline retarded.
I’m glad your father protected you, I preach that myself / But you’re not a product of protection, you’re like a disabled elf.
Your attitude was uncalled for, and I’ll have you know / The 2 ladies next to me are college educated, jobs in tow…. Yeah, they may be hired company for this night alone / But they seem better than you, you’re like an old dusty drone
Tapping into your mentality, touching your thoughts / Do you realize how wrong you are? Not for naught,
I would bet good money that not only do they have a higher IQ / But they’re more athletic, talented, funny, with better character than you.
So please, before I educate you on the ways of the world and basic shit that you know nothing about / Brace yourself for a hit, and wipe that grim smirk off your mouth.
45 ANGLES 