I think it's funny all the pride in your people
I get the ink from an IV and write with a needle
What the hell have you done besides script about death?
Writing horrorcore, are you fucking sick of it yet?
It's been SIX YEARS... SIX YEARS you haven't moved a bit
Seen a bunch of strangers that nailed you onto a crucifix
Put you in a weakened state, and you always see the bait
and take it, they're stripping you naked but you believe it's great?
You fucking idiot, nothing of this is a benefit
Lately you've been falling in a pit and I am sick of it
listen bitch, either you follow me or you crawl alone
'Cause I'm inside your head. I don't need to rock on a microphone
You talk a lot of static but you never had the magic
to rap with conviction, you're missing realism, never had it
Put yourself in my position, and see you suffer
We need each other, even if you leave me, you will need a brother

It's apparent that you're trying to fight
But you'll never make it if you're mixing fire and ice
WAKE UP!!! It's time you that listen
and stop getting held down by these minor position
You fuckin HAD THIS, You let it go, now you're suffering
FOR WHAT..? There's no need for the wondering
WAKE UP!!! I think it's time you know
EITHER GET UP, OR PUT DOWN THE MICROPHONE

Look at your reflection, go ahead and stare at it
What do you see? I know I see a fucking arrogant
Person who relies on their disabilities willingly
To garner sympathy, while thinking everyone's enemies
You don't have an identity, you hide behind your rap facade
Wishing you had power and that's why you had an act of God
You don't have shit, talent, you sort of grabbed it
You talk about cutters with blood stains on your mattress
Laugh about Cancer, you grandmother fuckin' died of it
Then you like to lie and shit saying you never cry a bit
What is it? You want to fit in with the rest of em?
Little ignorant citizens living by their medicine?
Insecurities, you better let it die
and put yourself in the position of the people that you're mocking live
You hypocrite, are you hoping that you'll die alone?
At this point the only true friend you have is a microphone