So many run their mouths Claiming what 
they're about But what you fail to see 
The practice of them following their 
beliefs that never holds I love it how you 
come at people As if you are so much 
better Deep down you are not my equal 
Hypocrisy is your biggest vice, not your 
endeavor So why is it that you talk so 
much Didn't your mom give enough love? 
Or is it that you're insecure with yourself 
Please help me figure this out What all 
do you have? The bragging rights of 
being someone's follower The right to be 
a follower You're just a fucking follower 
You want to come out here and talk 
about heart Do not tell me about heart 
because my ears are not listening I'm 
not going to hear the words that you are 
stressing to me You want to shit on 
everyone But you aren't the shit yourself 
A failure at life at it's best There's not 
contention to test Its my divine right To 
ascend to the top I don't need anyone's 
help I never have and I'll never will 
Divine rite of the decadent