You, yeah you, yeah you 

You got a cardboard cutout soul 

Just a powertripping, mindraping, backstabbing junkie 

Thinking your hype is true 

You, yeah you, yeah you 

Respect ain't a word you know 

You're just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist 

Dropping names wherever you go


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Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos 

The hardcore rush of watching heads roll 

As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare 

Fuck yourself for all I fucking care 


You, yeah you, yeah you 

Thinking you know it all 

35 years old with a wife and two kids 

Still living and your mother's home 

You, yeah you, yeah you 

A sellout and a social whore 

You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead 

A disease down to the core 


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You, yeah you, yeah you 

Still haven't figured what it is you do 

Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego 

Until your 15 minutes are through 

You, yeah you, yeah you 

A conscience deaf and blind 

I'm driving the hearse without remorse 

Killing you and your kind 


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