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This ain’t a book, no stories told
Empty pockets from the lies that you’ve been sold
You paint your picture of who I am
This way of life you could never understand
*This ain’t a joke*
I hope you choke
Your ego death at the end of a *rope*
Can’t stand you or the lies that you speak
Youre a Try hard , dick riding, fence walking leach
Claimed to be from nothing
Try to be like us
Said you’ve put your time in
But your story i don’t trust
Who the fuck are you
We are not impressed
By the time i turn around
You’ll be gone like the rest
Gone like the rest
Acting so sincere
But your motive is impure
Clout chasing sickness
And for that there is no cure
Fall in line and shut up
I can’t wait for you to fuck up
You keep leeching
Off this thing i am so proud of
Couldn’t keep your head down
Had to force it and be loud
Kill your fucking self
Cause you’re dead to us now
It’s over, times up
We’ve all had enough
Bury your excuses
Cause we don’t give a fuck
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