The Hang Up (Explicit)

The Hang Up (掛機) (Explicit) - Emmure

Lyrics by：Frankie Palmeri/Jesse Ketive

Composed by：Frankie Palmeri/Jesse Ketive

I'm f**king losing my mind

I think everything you do just makes me sick

******** you say to get attention

Just pretentious

Growing tired of your ****

When I'm grabbing the mic what do you see

Image obsessed

Go buy a ************* magazine

Go home

Die slow

Nobody cares about you

Go home

Die slow

And write a song about me

You're so new school

I wonder why everything you do is sick and fly

Take off your shades

You wanna talk about gimmicks

Look at yourself

You wanna talk about gimmicks

Look at yourself

When you're alone I know you're somebody else

I'm the realest ************ in the game

I see you faggots living perfect lives

Selling all your ******** angst

Sold my soul

So Satan explain

Where's my money power fame

Satan explain

Where's my money power fame

Satan explain

Where's my money power fame

I'm the realest ************ in the game

So check yourself before you ever say my name