Guillotine

Fuck all your fake bullshit
Abandon all you held true for your street credit
Hated by everyone
You’ve burned these bridges and you’ll never fucking get it
Human waste
I’ll throw you to the fucking snakes
A special place reserved in hell for two faced fucking fakes
Fuck your imitation
Your undying fixation
Your ignorant persistence to succumb to your damnation
Behind the mask you hide within you’re just a worthless bitch
Beneath the skin you live and dwell
A pain inflicting itch

This is a call out to all of the fake pieces of shit listen the fuck up
Fuck your street cred
Fuck your lifestyle
Fuck the way you rep your crew
We know who the fuck you really are punk

Bow your head to the guillotine
There’s no fucking room for traitors in society
Drown in your insecurities
How does it feel to be the bitch of the music scene
Bow your head to the fucking guillotine
There’s no fucking room for traitors in society