Fearless 011210

Ok, stop it with the emo feelings and shit

As though you need a few more quiet minutes

Fuck you, you been procrastinatin' too long

Don't kid yourself, you think you can sing songs?

Write songs, write lyrics, flow and shit?

You don't deserve to call your shit a decent lyric

You don't deserve to call yourself a lyricist

You don't deserve to pretend to be all of this

What now huh, you a loser, only know how you'd wept

Why you sad and down and depressed, everyone you ever got close to left

You ain't shit, motherfucker, and you know it

Don't try be to hard and try to be fearless and shit

We all know who you are deep down, a big fat clown

Tryna act cool with your fancy hip-hop sounds

You only be the joke of the town, but NO!

Fuck you all the doubters, even the friends I know

You never gave support to me and the shit I wrote

You call yourself a friend when I was alone and broke?

You evoke empty memories flushed down the drain

I invoke rhymes rewrote, delivered to your brain

I'm like a strain of virus, they call me contagious

If you mad at the shit I wrote, then I've succeeded

Like memory files deleted, I close you in a window

I kill you doubts to leave you lost like widows

Cause I be the motherfuckin' fearless

Since death made me stronger, fuckin' tearless

So we as a band, we got a plan to success

We killing bitches like we give a fuckless

I be feeling sick from so many farewells I've bid.

I'm sick of this... Still I stick with this..