I'm f**ing losing my mind
Yet again
Everything you do just makes me sick
Bullsh** you say
To get attention
sh**'s pretentious
I'm growing tired of your sh**
When I'm grabbing the mic what do you see?
Image obsessed
Go buy a motherf**ing magazine
Go home
Die slow
Nobody cares about you
Go home
Die slow
And write a song about me
You're 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
When you're alone I know you're somebody else
I'm the realest motherf**er in the game
I see you f*ggots living perfect lives
Selling all your bullsh** angst
Sold my soul
So, Satan explain:
Where's my money, power, fame?
I'm the realest motherf**er in the game
So check yourself before you ever say my name