The Final Venting Session lyrics

[Intro]
Puffing on a blunt like you're running this b*tch
Yesterday, your jacket had a "Strait-Edge" stitch
You wear a different face every time you're around
You exhaust everybody in this goddamn town

f*cking up my head like you own this sh*t
f*ck up out my house with that energy, kid
You wear a different face depending on who you're around
Should've known not to trust no tears from the clown

(Expose me... as a fraud.)

[VERSE]
Burn them bridges, n*gga, burn them
Take your rhymes back and re-word them; hurt them
Promise I ain't never going back on my word
I'm killing all the memories of all my past burdens - word

Scary, though, isn't it - when you come up with n*ggas
And every day is a mystery if they're there by the end of it
Wonder what the f*ck you did, again, to p*ss off your homies
A room full of enemies feels so lonely

f*ck out my business; sh*t is obvious - wait
I'm a villain, and I'm stealing all your f*cking faith
Beat you down with a verse & kill all you f*cking fakes
Take the Vans off your feet and stomp your f*cking face