Don't gotta explain myself, but my mental health has been peak since I was concived.

This year...This year proved that.

Not too good to be true, just too good for you.

You artists that have scammed me in the past, especially the ones I had rapport with,
You only did that to me because I deemed you unworthy to be featured with this character. (Darius Liongator. Or whatever the fuck your bitchass is now.)

I didn't need you to have a good life, let that sink in. You said "We're your friends" but you all lead on like you were a pack of normies.

You want the follows, the views the clout? You can have that shit, bitch. I'm here for a good time, and some of you fake ass hoes are asking to be a victim of a crime.

Forget me, write me off, drive me out. I don't care. The lion is dead and gone, but I'll always be in your head; unraveling you, undoing you, unmaking your stupid ass lies you disguise as positivity.
You can let it happen and release it, but you will always come back. Your dreams will be nightmares as I'm out here living my best life.

I'll play the sleep paralysis demon that hollows you out, you'll be hacked, too still to shout.

I'll show you a pain, where misery triumphs resolve. Then we will see who is the tragedy.