Tommygun

[Verse 1]

Your ideals are a mixture of just spit and glue

In a fissure held together with a "W"

Eloquent in nature, well-spoken in phrase

Eloquent in everything except your fucking name

What can you take

You read it on reddit, you bought it on credit

Filmed it on iPhone, said that you said it

Purchased the credit when credit was due

You bought all the likes, so now they like you

No money for rent but plenty for weed

Cabinet is empty but beer, it comes free

You friends try hard just to keep you alive

But you're a fucking prick and I hope you die

[Verse 2]

Your time will come and go, you are a passing fad

Every comment has a caption, every comeback has a lag

I could download your mind on to a twenty-gig flashdrive

But I'd probably toss it off a ledge

I'd like you more if you were dead