-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 sh**
I've earned all of this sh**
I've hurt bad and i've burned tracks
But i turned all of this sh**
They talk about me like im a CRIMINAL\\
They SPIT and they're talkin their sh** if you ain't nuthin TYPICAL\\
Miserable, pitiful, little piece of sh** 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 f**in letting go, to get up to your PINNACLE\\
f** your feelings, that PART OF ME's REJECTED\\
b**hes be like, APOLOGY ACCEPTED\\
A growing feeling that all HONESTY's NEGLECTED\\
Stupid f**in logic! yo! RETARDEDLY REFLECTED\\
Gla**houses 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 fu*k\\
-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 fu*k\\
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! b**hes you are fu*kIN 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\\
f** the world! and what you BOMBACLATS HAVE TOLD ME\\