They go around, dropping names

Hoping to gain a little bit of fame

I see a future that's very grim

They get on stage and then the lights dim

They cut themselves until they can't bleed

I hope that one day everyone will plead

Why is this happening?

We fucked up everything



[chorus:]

Get that razor out of your wrist

I don't ask, but I do insist

Why are you doing stupid shit?

The way you are just isn't fit

You're addicted to your Baby Phat

I'm sure Kimora Lee loves that

But that doesn't mean jack

Why do you go around talking smack?



You're living your life in the fast lane

All the while, you're drinking blue champagne

You hope it will dull the pain

But yet it stings like a torrent of acid rain

Suffocate yourselves 'til you can't breath

Oh, sorry, you didn't catch the irony

You don't know who I am

And I don't give a damn



[chorus:]

Get that razor out of your wrist

I don't ask, but I do insist

Why are you doing stupid shit?

The way you are just isn't fit

You're addicted to your Baby Phat

I'm sure Kimora Lee loves that

But that doesn't mean jack

Why do you go around talking smack?



Who's that on the TV?

You say, "I wish she was me."

Too bad you can't see

Your own stupidity

You feed off jealousy

And starve to death sometimes

I see that you're trying

But the lyrics still don't rhyme



[chorus:]

Get that razor out of your wrist

I don't ask, but I do insist

Why are you doing stupid shit?

The way you are just isn't fit

You're addicted to your Baby Phat

I'm sure Kimora Lee loves that

But that doesn't mean jack

Why do you go around talking smack?