Fuck all your fake bullshit

Abandon all you held true for your street credit

Hated by everyone

You’ve burned these bridges and you’ll never fucking get it

Human waste

I’ll throw you to the fucking snakes

A special place reserved in hell for two faced fucking fakes

Fuck your imitation

Your undying fixation

Your ignorant persistence to succumb to your damnation

Behind the mask you hide within you’re just a worthless bitch

Beneath the skin you live and dwell

A pain inflicting itch

This is a call out to all of the fake pieces of shit listen the fuck up

Fuck your street cred

Fuck your lifestyle

Fuck the way you rep your crew

We know who the fuck you really are punk

Bow your head to the guillotine

There’s no fucking room for traitors in society

Drown in your insecurities

How does it feel to be the bitch of the music scene

Bow your head to the fucking guillotine

There’s no fucking room for traitors in society