-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\\