The Hang Up lyrics

I'm f*cking losing my mind
Yet again
Everything you do just makes me sick
Bullsh*t you say
To get attention
sh*t's pretentious
I'm growing tired of your sh*t

When I'm grabbing the mic what do you see?
Image obsessed
Go buy a motherf*cking 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 motherf*cker in the game
I see you faggots living perfect lives
Selling all your bullsh*t 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 motherf*cker in the game
So check yourself before you ever say my name