Lookin down the barrel of a muthaf**in gun,
you better get his money or you little band is done.
Law suits label rape are steppin on my lungs,
I pray this album has a hit but I know we ain't got one.
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Can't you see I'm on the otherside,
If I could change one thing, it wouldn't be your mind.
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Sell out! here's my big hit, hope you like it, your all blind
Sell out! it's the same sh**, it's the same sh** everytime.
I hope you love me love me when this single spins
I know we don't fit in cause I'm not one for trends.
Clingin to a cliff by the tips of my fingernails,
you'll be livin in a van if your new album fails.
Hey Mr. Nickelback can you write a smash for me, he said
son you must learn to sing cause all you do is scream.
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Starin down the barrel of my muthaf**in gun,
you better get my money or your little a** is done
no such thing as royalties so pay me in your blood,
I pull the trigger, burn in hell motherf**er!
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