The Hang Up Lyrics - Eternal Enemies - Emmure

(Like, I listen to so much music, and they sing good 

And they write lyrics good 

And also I'm gunna try and tell them again 

And they're gunna come on for me) 

I'm fucking losing my mind 

Yet again 

Everything you do just makes me sick 

Bullshit you say 

To get attention 

Shit's pretentious 

I'm growing tired of your shit 

When I'm grabbing the mic what do you see? 

Image obsessed 

Go buy a motherfucking magazine 

Go home 

Die slow 

Nobody cares about you 

Go home 

Die slow 

And write a song about me 

You're so new school 

I wonder why everything you do is sick and fly 

Take off your shades 

You wanna talk about gimmicks? 

Look at yourself 

You wanna talk about gimmicks? 

Look at yourself 

When you're alone I know you're somebody else 

I'm the realest motherfucker in the game 

I see you faggots living perfect lives 

Selling all your bullshit angst 

Sold my soul 

So, Satan explain 

Where's my money, power, fame? 

Satan explain 

Where's my money, power, fame? 

I'm the realest motherfucker in the game 

So check yourself before you ever say my name