-you talkin bout do's and your dont's
You driftin away, i got used to the show
Braggin bout this and you braggin bout that
Work hard in silence, a matter of fact

I worked hard for this shit
I've earned all of this shit
I've hurt bad and i've burned tracks
But i turned all of this shit


They talk about me like im a CRIMINAL\\
They SPIT and they're talkin their shit if you ain't nuthin TYPICAL\\
Miserable, pitiful, little piece of shit you IMBECILS\\
Fictional digital, follow every single PRINCIPLE\\

They tried to tough it! i keep it DIFFICULT\\
They tried to hype it up! I keep it MINIMAL\\
They tried to act in love! i keep it CYNICAL\\
The art of fuckin letting go, to get up to your PINNACLE\\

Fuck your feelings, that PART OF ME's REJECTED\\
Bitches be like, APOLOGY ACCEPTED\\
A growing feeling that all HONESTY's NEGLECTED\\
Stupid fuckin logic! yo! RETARDEDLY REFLECTED\\

Glasshouses built on this LITTLE ROCK\\
So fragile, closed by a SIMPLE LOCK\\
Something smells funky, roll the WINDOW UP\\
We live in a world, where we learn to not GIVE A FUCK\\



-you actin rugged, but you're MUSIC IS NOT\\
So blame your little fame on 14 old GROUPIES AND LUCK\\
-you leave me thinkin bout a NUMEROUS WHATS\\
And that your few fans are either deaf or STUPID AS FUCK\\

They talk to me on a FIRST NAME BASIS\\
They're actin wild, but they're BIRDS IN CAGES\\
Two faced fake snakes TURN THEIR FACES\\
And actin like they've EARNED THEIR PLACES\\

Fortunate drummers, with a series of LUCKY BREAKS\\
Surgery gone bad, see through you SLOPPY FAKES\\
I call em xerox baby! you know COPY PASTE\\
Sleepin with the trash! bitches you are FUCKIN WASTE\\

-uh, but I've COME TO KNOW MY HOMIES\\
The few, but the great Im COMFORTABLE AND LONELY\\
I see these fakes in a PUPPET SHOW OF PHONIES\\
Fuck the world! and what you BOMBACLATS HAVE TOLD ME\\