It’s a dirty rotten shame. This is not novelty This is nothing delicate This is the result of your google search for something relevant Stake claim immediately Cause hot products cool down At which point will flock the new sounds Take fame intravenously But when leisure turns to habit I’ll be sure to leave the scene and start staging it This is nothing fraudulent This is that sure shot itchy finger lingering behind your target audience You got em all convinced But we ain’t buying it buddy Demand for lies is high And you’re supplying it Truth is brutal and consumes you if you let it Type that in your little away message and set it Chorus Keep singing songs That I can write in my sleep just like I’m counting sheep Keep singing songs Man you are a lead but trouble not to be Keep singing songs Just following the leader with your blah blah blah Keep singing songs That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep And this is not a fashion statement It’s elegant intuition Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions This is a part of me How can you sleep at night When what you don’t bite you write half-heartedly Go join the army And be the best you can be Give new meaning to blowing up overseas Please We kick them doors down when nobody would let us in And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine We took your formula and relabeled it And sat patiently and giggled it when you drank it Street voice and street cred run just about the same *no idea* Pop bottles and dropped names And you’ll dismiss it cause it isn’t what you’re used to But who the fuck died and made you king koopa Chorus Wow congratulations on your new purchase I heard you bought a crib on biters block downtown plagiarism’s paradise You’re not a movement You’re purely amusement The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites You serve no purpose You’re purely decorative And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives Oh they don’t see No, we don’t sleep And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet We built this city on lock and load logic And burned it down the same night So go ahead and put your tears on ice baby I think we got a winner And kiss your crucifix your boy’s a certified sinner Chorus