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 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
I'll 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
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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

Chorus

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