Here we are, you finally made it Into this world, custom tailored to fit The dies have been matched
The molds have been cast Now sit your ass down, here’s how it is, I’ve taken control of “The Biz” We dictate every which way you go What life holds you for today No where, what or how You were born with a silver macbook pro in your mouth Whilst you’re on the top of the world Mommy and daddy still have their doubts
We hate you kids For what you did Or tried to do You should be killed And your blood spilled
Your cookie cutting Your imagery means nothing Behind your 9-string, musically bluffing Here comes your breakdown King with a fake crown Governing shit town And making shit sounds On a shit label With shit intentions
We must demolish this fucking turd you polished Born to suck Born to regurgitate other idiots mistakes Bred to be the same Bred to be the same Bred to be the same Bred for lame Bred for lame Bred for lame
You finally did it! From the garage to the stage in 20 minutes Your persistence paid off Pointing and clicking makes life so enriching The future, the way What’s that they say? An idiot is born every minute of everyday The future, the way What’s that they say? An idiot is born every minute of everydayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
