The Hang Up - Emmure

I’m fucking losing my mind

Yet again

Everything you do just makes me sick

Bullshit you say

To get attention

Shit’s pretentious

I’m growing tired of your shit

When I’m 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

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 motherfucker in the game

I see you faggots living perfect lives

Selling all your bullshit angst

Sold my soul

So, Satan explain:

Where’s my money, power, fame?

I’m the realest motherfucker in the game

So check yourself before you ever say my name