

Don't like my music?
Then why don't you fuck off!
FUCK
OFF!
Talk your talk, it doesn't mean a thing to me
Spit your venom, try and break my history
If you don't like it,
turn it off and look away (yeah)
Behind the screen you think you are a king
Safe in your shadow,
pulling every string
But when the curtain rises you have nothing left to show
You run your mouth but you don't hear the sound Of your
own empire crashing to the ground Here we go,
feel the tempo rise
Talk your talk, it doesn't mean a thing to me!
Spit your venom, try and break my history!
If you don't like it,
turn it off and look away!
(FUCK OFF!)
Just walk away (yeah)
Get out of my face