Cross your T's on your final words You got ten minutes left to tell 'em what you're worth When you're done they'll cut you down to the ends of the rule Just regurgitate social media Make your straight white friends think you give a fuck How 'bout I kill you? Let's see who gives a damn But you're the Keyboard warrior, no one's sorrier Your good intentions make me wanna cry You're like a puppy or some other kinda small animal, man Here we are man, three seconds left Without your keyboard, it won't make no sense Its like bones to monoliths or dust to dust to dust