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Kill the Fake (Seshoo)

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 roadit'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 convincedNow 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 paybackYou 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

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