You’ve got the look, you’ve got the grace

You’ve got the wit, you’ve got the charm

You’ve got that glint inside your eye

You’ve got the gifts to make them high

You’ve got the knowledge, you’ve got the mind

You’ve got the spiel to magnetize

You’ve got the guile, you’ve got the game

You’ve got the tools to attain

You’ve got the craft, you’ve got the tricks

You’ve got the drug, you’ve got the fix

You’ve got the skill to fool the fools

You’ve got the skill to rule the rules

You bring them up, you take them high

You bring them up, on your supply

You bring them up, you take them high

You bring them up, to make them fall

The charlatan is coming for you

The pretender is coming for you

The charlatan is coming for you

The pretender is coming for you

You’ve got the diamonds in your palm

You swindle them with all your charm

You spin the lingo of deceit

And get them falling at your feet

You’re the pseudo, you’re the charlatan

You’re Mr nice with a gun

You masquerade as sincere

Compassion is your fake veneer

You trip them out behind your guise

Make them pander to your lies

You make them yearn, you make them want

You make them revere what you flaunt

You get each victim hooked on you

Then you break their hearts in two

You get them hyped, you get them high

Then you send them crashing down

The charlatan is coming for you

The pretender is coming for you

The charlatan is coming for you

The pretender is coming for you

Your R complex carries a dangerous weapon

You've got a moral deficient, killer cerebellum

Multiple persona's, guises, surprises

A veil of deception hiding all your vices

The charlatan is coming for you

The pretender is coming for you

The charlatan is coming for you

The pretender is coming for you