Gadjet - Famous lyrics

[Verse 1: Deuce] After everything I've been through You've got the nerve to walk in my shoes Everything could've been simple Till you went and talked this sh**-load Now I'm the new Justin Bieber Like what I work for I don't deserve Think that I'll go soft like Weezer Not until the sky is filled with Ether I'm the Grim Reaper Look in your mirror And let these words Bring you a little bit nearer [Pre-Chorus: Deuce] Hello, where's God? Watch my back Cause some chump from way back didn't want my a** blowing up, yeah I always gotta hold my sack 'cause some s*ut mate Claiming that we're lovers when all we do is f**! [Chorus: Deuce] So you wanna be famous? You wanna be just like me, shameless? Living in the fast lane, but you're nameless You wanna change the game? You'll never change it So you wanna be famous? You wanna be just like me and take this Like it's your last day, it's your last wish? You wanna change the game, you'll never change this [Verse 2: Deuce] You think you can be just like me? Strike with lightning and leave so easy? All these wannabe Slim Shady Soundalikes just drive me crazy I know you wanna be hated Before you push up them daisies You ain't motherf**ing mainstream Ain't ever gonna be with no Beyonce You can't see me Mysteriously Just let yourself, follow me Now, so freely [Pre-Chorus: Deuce] [Chorus: Deuce] [Verse 3: Gadjet] No one in the game is on my level, can't get up to where I take this I am the devil and no one can f**ing tame this Go grab a shovel, I'mma dig your f**ing grave, pricks Then I'mma take a sh** on your f**ing faces Before I bury you, I'm going through some changes I know it's scaring you to feel the pain and anguish It isn't fair to you, Gadjet is the greatest, he don't compare to you All haters on hiatus, they gon' have to hate us later Somewhere in the afterlife cause up in this really can't fade us Even then they won't be able, f** a name and f** a label f** everything, I'm not clinically sane, they've got the papers [Chorus: Deuce] [Outro: Deuce] Miley, your camel toe makes me sick Adam Levine's got a small a** dick I wanna keep on talking sh** Till I'm filthy f**ing rich Gaga, your monsters can s** on this While Elton John needs a salad, b**h I'm not gonna get in the music 'biz But I'm still gonna profit from it