Privileged Prick

You've never had enough, no day in your life
You have no idea what it's like to scrape to survive
You live with a puppeteer so you can pretend to even aim
Leave you stinking up all of the good range

Privileged fucking prick
Privileged fucking prick

Blistered armies with a heart of puke
You are born a prick, and I'm worse than a fluke
Hard on the sky, less prick on the weak
Lie in a towel on the pile of those you seek

Privileged fucking prick
Privileged fucking prick

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth
I wanna shove it down your goddamn sleazily fucking throat
Bastard

So much time to stay so fucking slick
Spend a second of my time not having to suck a dick
Graves in the weeds, but I'm increasing my mind
Try to chop it up, but there's no way to find