This shit is real, not worried for masses appeal yeah
I'm comin' right at you, I'm gonna take and break every notion
Everything that you think you got just right
Just when you're thinking... you got it all
Figured out Facewreck's comin' out swingin'; dead set on makin' you fall
Think you got me all wrong
Put on my daily facade again trying my best to stay playing along
I refuse to re-engage
Won't even try to explain the insane ... this is my war to wage
Think you got me?
Joke's on you, motherfucka
I refuse to explain
Tired of hearing opinions of cowards
I can't even feign to attain
Steppin' outta line, within my reach
Making a promise to sit your ass down to my class with a lesson to teach, son
Think you got me?
Joke's on you, bitch
I turn around. I face myself
Sometimes I wonder who I really am but deep down I will never forget
I turn around. I face myself
Sometimes I wonder who I really am...
Yo hold up, who's the joke here, motherfucker?
I know for a fact you wouldn't even look me in the eye let alone condescend to me the way you did
And if you think for a second that I'm gonna let that shit slide
The next time I catch you in the real world... fuck
You comin' at me wrong I'm takin' you down
We gonna see now once and for all who da real deal is, clown
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