Kill The Fake Seshoo lyrics

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
it`s like every time i turn on the box
i gotta watch another
manufactured band that sucks cock
gotta listen to suckers who
don`t know diddley squat
dance steps is their reps
and no props go out to slop
it`s not fresh

I got my shit down on the road
shoot yourself in the foot when you`re
talkin out your spincter, boy
just another toy
and your climbing out of the box
you don`t write shit but you`re convinced
your shit rocks
I got my shit down on the road
shoot yourself in the foot when you`re
talkin out your spincter, boy
just another toy
and your climbing out of the box
you don`t write shit but you`re convinced
your shit rocks

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
shoot yourself in the foot when you`re
talkin out your spincter, boy
just another toy
and your climbing out of the box
you don`t write shit but you`re convinced
your shit rocks.

kick it!

hay yo