Ya Still A Paper Gangster

(альбом: Revenge On Society - 1998)

Alright listen, that's it, I've had enough. Pull up your fucking pants straighten your hat. Why are you talking like that why are you walking like that? Fucking think you're Ice Cube or something. Why don't you go fucking listen to REO Speed Wagon and wear taggers like your supposed to? This ain't about your fantasy, this is about my fucking reality why don't you go whitewash your fence or clean your daddy's car or something like that, you fucking suburban nerd!

Bullshit!
Who the fuck do you think you are
You've taken it a bit too far
Believing that you're king shit
In your fake fantasy
A clown dressed to impress
Soft core, Mickey Mouse and nothing less
Exposing you will make me rest
Until then remember you are

A bullshit fake paper gangster
You ain't nothing but an image and a liar
A bullshit fake paper gangster
A punk ass motherfucker

Could it be you really not from the streets?
Could it be you saw it on TV?
The way you act, where I come from you'd never last
Could it be you're lying through your teeth?

Liar!
Once long, long time ago, I was naive to all I know
People tried to push on to me their weak mentality
I woke up and I know I am real and not for show
Unlike you, who knows inside you're soft because you are

A bullshit fake paper gangster
You ain't nothing but an image and a liar
A bullshit fake paper gangster
A punk ass motherfucker

Bullshit!

I, I know what lies inside
I know what lies behind your lies
What lies behind your lies inside
Inside I know your lies

You're just another fucking bullshit fake paper gangster
You ain't nothing but an image and a liar
A bullshit fake paper gangster
A punk ass motherfucker

The life I've lived, the pain I've felt
With such things you've never dealt
So to me you are a maggot
So when you go and outcast me
And I can't do a fucking thing
Know that I know inside you're weak!