Im fucking losing my mind Yet again Everything you do just makes me sick Bullshit you say To get attention Shits pretentious Im growing tired of your shit When Im grabbing the mic What do you see? Image obsessed Go buy a motherfucking magazine Go home Die slow Nobody cares about you Go home Die slow And write a song about me Youre so new school I wonder why everything you do is sick and fly Take off your shades You wanna talk about gimmicks? Look at yourself You wanna talk about gimmicks? Look at yourself When youre alone I know youre somebody else Im the realest motherfucker in the game I see you faggots living perfect lives Selling all your bullshit angst Sold my soul So, Satan explain Wheres my money, power, fame? Satan explain Wheres my money, power, fame? Im the realest motherfucker in the game So check yourself before you ever say my name
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