From you, Don-Boy, words red and blue,
Thin skin and a thicker skull for you

Electronic trophy case for your empty soul,
Distortion of their reality your ingrained goal

Move on that bitch before she can react,
Your teenage bravado is one hell of an act

Facts aren't facts in your Kool-Aid Land
Avoid the truth by your head's in the sand

Give it back tenfold than they gave it to you,
Got you diploma and worldview from Mickey D. U

No room for truth in your delusional sphere,
Waiting for your invisible enemies to appear

They're coming from the inside your paranoid skull,
Living in reality is so mundane and so damn dull

Bed by three, up Tweeting by five, keystrokes of fire
The ten year old's tantrums of a seventy two year old liar