You've got the look, you've got the grace You've got the wit, you've got the charm You've got that glint inside your eye You've got the gifts to make them high You've got the knowledge, you've got the mind You've got the spiel to magnetize You've got the guile, you've got the game You've got the tools to attain You've got the craft, you've got the tricks You've got the drug, you've got the fix You've got the sk** to fool the fools You've got the sk** to rule the rules You bring them up, you take them high You bring them up, on your supply You bring them up, you take them high You bring them up, to make them fall The charlatan is coming for you The pretender is coming for you The charlatan is coming for you The pretender is coming for you You've got the diamonds in your palm You swindle them with all your charm You spin the lingo of deceit And get them falling at your feet You're the pseudo, you're the charlatan You're Mr nice with a gun You masquerade as sincere Compa**ion is your fake veneer You trip them out behind your guise Make them pander to your lies You make them yearn, you make them want You make them revere what you flaunt You get each victim hooked on you Then you break their hearts in two You get them hyped, you get them high Then you send them crashing down The charlatan is coming for you The pretender is coming for you The charlatan is coming for you The pretender is coming for you Your R complex carries a dangerous weapon You've got a moral deficient, k**er cerebellum Multiple persona's, guises, surprises A veil of deception hiding all your vices The charlatan is coming for you The pretender is coming for you The charlatan is coming for you The pretender is coming for you