The Hang Up

[Intro] I'm fucking losing my mind Yet again Everything you do just makes me sick Bullshit you say To get attention Shit's pretentious I'm growing tired of your shit [Breakdown] When I'm grabbing the mic what do you see? Image obsessed Go buy a motherfucking magazine Go home Die slow Nobody cares about you Go home Die slow And write a song about me [Verse] You're so new school I wonder why everything you do is sick and fly Take off your shades You wanna talk about gimmicks? [Bridge] Look at yourself You wanna talk about gimmicks? Look at yourself When you're alone I know you're somebody else [Chorus] I'm the realest motherfucker in the game I see you faggots living perfect lives Selling all your bullshit angst Sold my soul So, Satan explain: Where's my money, power, fame? [Post-Chorus] Satan explain: Where's my money, power, fame? Satan explain: Where's my money, power, fame? [Chorus] I'm the realest motherfucker in the game So check yourself before you ever say my name