Te Pasaste a Caca

You believed the tale of fortune and fame
Now you only notice us when you feel like it
You win shit
You act like you're someone
You're still a jerk, a filthy thief
You look down on all your friends
That's why now no one wants to talk to you

Why don't you wake up from your fantasy
You're still a crappy, bastard otter
You turned into crap

You hopped on the bandwagon and never paid
You didn't say thank you and you forgot
In these moments, true friends show up
but you seem more like our enemy
Count on us at your funeral
because we'll even piss on your grave