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
[CHORUS]
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
[Chorus]
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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