[INTRO — distorted whisper over rumbling 808s] Fake ass people... Fake ass diagnosis... Pushing that agenda down my throat... (808 drop) Yeah. I'm done. [VERSE 1 — rapid, aggressive flow] Everybody got a diagnosis now, Everybody traumatized, everybody needs to talk it out, Everybody's triggered by the smallest fucking thing, Use their mental illness like a get-out-jail-free swing. "I got BPD, so I can treat you like shit, I got anxiety, so you gotta deal with it, I'm neurodivergent, so my toxicity's excused, I'm just processing trauma while I'm mentally abusing you." Nah. Fuck that. I see through the act, You're not healing—you're weaponizing every attack. Therapy speak turned into manipulation tools, "Setting boundaries" while you're breaking every rule. You ain't hurt—you're just a narcissist with a label, Rewriting every story, flipping every table, Gaslight, victim-play, then post it for the clout, I'm sick of fake ass people with their trauma hanging out. [PRE-CHORUS — building tension] You don't want help, You want attention, You don't want growth, You want exemption, You don't want peace, You want control, Hiding behind diagnoses while you're selling your soul. [CHORUS — screamed over blown-out 808 bass] FAKE DIAGNOSIS! FAKE ASS FRIENDS! PUSHING YOUR AGENDA 'TIL THE FUCKING WORLD ENDS! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR PERFORMATIVE PAIN! WEAPONIZE YOUR TRAUMA THEN YOU DO IT AGAIN! YOU AIN'T A VICTIM—YOU'RE A FRAUD WITH A SCRIPT! HIDE BEHIND YOUR THERAPIST WHILE YOUR TOXICITY DRIPS! FAKE DIAGNOSIS! FAKE ASS LIES! I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING DISGUISE! [VERSE 2 — faster, more aggressive] Social media martyrs with a mental health thread, Forty-seven stories 'bout the voices in your head, But you never get better, you just get more views, Monetize your misery, turn your pain into news. "I'm an empath," nah, you're just nosy as hell, "I'm protecting my energy," nah, you're toxic as well, "I'm unmasking," nah, you're just rude and you know it, Blame it on the spectrum while your character's showing. I got ADHD, I got autism too, But I don't use my brain as an excuse to abuse you. I take accountability, I own my mistakes, I don't hide behind labels while I'm being a snake. You want special treatment for your self-diagnosed pain, You want everyone to cater while you're driving them insane, You want the world to bow down to your narrative spin, I'm just sick of fake people and the state that they're in. [PRE-CHORUS — building tension] You don't want help, You want attention, You don't want growth, You want exemption, You don't want peace, You want control, Hiding behind diagnoses while you're selling your soul. [CHORUS — screamed over blown-out 808 bass] FAKE DIAGNOSIS! FAKE ASS FRIENDS! PUSHING YOUR AGENDA 'TIL THE FUCKING WORLD ENDS! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR PERFORMATIVE PAIN! WEAPONIZE YOUR TRAUMA THEN YOU DO IT AGAIN! YOU AIN'T A VICTIM—YOU'RE A FRAUD WITH A SCRIPT! HIDE BEHIND YOUR THERAPIST WHILE YOUR TOXICITY DRIPS! FAKE DIAGNOSIS! FAKE ASS LIES! I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING DISGUISE! [BRIDGE — slower, cold, menacing over deep sub-bass] I see you... Performing for the camera, Crying on command, Using mental health language Like a weapon in your hand. "Trigger warning" this, "Safe space" that, But you're the most unsafe person When you're under attack. You don't want equality, You want supremacy, You don't want understanding, You want dependency, You don't want conversation, You want submission, Fake diagnosis, Real ammunition. [FINAL CHORUS — absolute sonic assault, 808s maxed out] FAKE DIAGNOSIS! FAKE ASS FRIENDS! PUSHING YOUR AGENDA 'TIL THE FUCKING WORLD ENDS! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR PERFORMATIVE PAIN! WEAPONIZE YOUR TRAUMA THEN YOU DO IT AGAIN! YOU AIN'T A VICTIM—YOU'RE A FRAUD WITH A SCRIPT! HIDE BEHIND YOUR THERAPIST WHILE YOUR TOXICITY DRIPS! FAKE DIAGNOSIS! FAKE ASS LIES! I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING DISGUISE! [OUTRO — distorted, fading over rumbling 808s] Keep your fake empathy... Keep your victim card... Keep your agenda... I'm done playing along. (808 rumble fades) ... Real recognizes real. And you ain't it.