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You, yeah you, yeah you |
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You got a cardboard cutout soul |
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Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, backstabbing junkie |
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Thinking your hype is true |
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You, yeah you, yeah you |
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Respect ain't a word you know |
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You're just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist |
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Dropping names wherever you go |
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Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos |
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The hardcore rush of watching heads roll |
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As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare |
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**** yourself for all |
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I ****ing care |
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You, yeah you, yeah you |
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Thinking you know it all |
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Thirty-five years old with a wife and two kids |
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Still living in your mother's home |
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You, yeah you, yeah you |
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A sellout and a social whore |
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You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead |
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A disease down to the core |
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Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos |
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The hardcore rush of watching heads roll |
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As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare |
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**** yourself for all |
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I ****ing care |
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You, yeah you, yeah you |
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Still haven't figured what it is you do |
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Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego |
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Until your fifteen minutes are through |
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You, yeah you, yeah you |
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A conscience deaf and blind |
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I'm driving the hearse without remorse |
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Killing you and your kind |
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Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos |
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The hardcore rush of watching heads roll |
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I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare |
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**** yourself for all |
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I ****ing care |