Kill The Fake (seshoo) Lyrics - Upstyledown - 28 Days

a puppet on a string 

what do you bring, nothin 

everybodies looking for a quick buck 

and buffin the dick of the powers that be 

not 28d, conplacency is not my style 

as you can see, fuck it that's not me 

manufactured band that sucks cock 

it's like every time i turn on the box 

i gotta watch another 

don't know diddley squat 

gotta listen to suckers who 

dance steps is their reps 

and no props go out to slop 

I got my shit down on the road 

it's not fresh 

shoot yourself in the foot when you're 

just another toy 

talkin out your spincter, boy 

and your climbing out of the box 

your shit rocks 

you don't write shit but you're convinced 

I got my shit down on the road 

talkin out your spincter, boy 

shoot yourself in the foot when you're 

just another toy 

your shit rocks 

and your climbing out of the box 

you don't write shit but you're convinced 

Now you don't write nothing 

leave it up to your puppeteers 

you better hope it sells now 

cause give it two years 

another humdrum throw away 

is what it becomes 

a massive debt that someones got to play 

at the end of the short day 

can't sell a record because you're so wak 

you cold sold your soul 

can't deal with the payback 

You see I got my shit down on the road 

talkin out your spincter, boy 

and your climbing out of the box 

just another toy 

shoot yourself in the foot when you're 

your shit rocks. 

you don't write shit but you're convinced 

kick it! 

hay yo