| You’re nothing
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| You want the fucking truth
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| Not a model for your family or for the youth
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| You’ve been at it for years
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| All the blood and the tears
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| You’re irrelevant as fuck and it’s painfully clear
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| You’re nothing
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| Scum of the earth
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| Your end is coming and there’s no rebirth
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| Know your place and know your worth
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| You belong in a box underneath the dirt
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| Know your place and know your worth
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| You belong in a box underneath the dirt
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| (Fuck)
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| You’ve been at it for years never could see this shit through
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| A sorry waste of time you tied your own fucking noose
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| You never get it oh
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| It’s time you cut your losses
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| You know we own this shit beg for forgiveness from your bosses
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| Four years you’ve been at it and you’re still fucking stuck
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| In a rut a void buried beneath and you will self destruct
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| Quit plaguing my ears and end your bad careers
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| We don’t need your help
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| We don’t need your venue either
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| Fuck you and your friends your words
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| Mean nothing I’m still spitting ether
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| Every single person that you ever told you hate us to will
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| Face the wrath of us and you can get down and fellate us too
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| You are irrelevant
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| BITCH
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| You’re just mad because you know we’re sitting at the top
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| We’re the cream of the crop
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| If you hate us you’re a cop
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| We’re just getting started bitch and we will never stop
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| Don’t be mad at us because your shitty little album flopped
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| Roll into your city and we’re cleaning up shop
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| Taking all your fans more with every single drop
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| Kill our chances bitch you thought we’ll be here after your band rots
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| (Random bullshit brown note gutterals that
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| Make god tremble at your demonic vocal stylings) |