28 Days Lyrics

Album: Upstyle Down

Kill The Fake (Seshoo) Lyrics

a puppet on a string

what do you bring, nothin

everybodies looking for a quick buck

and buffin the dick of the powers that be

not 28d, conplacency is not my style

as you can see, fuck it that's not me

it's like every time i turn on the box

i gotta watch another

manufactured band that sucks cock

gotta listen to suckers who

don't know diddley squat

dance steps is their reps

and no props go out to slop

it's not fresh

I got my shit down on the road

shoot yourself in the foot when you're

talkin out your spincter, boy

just another toy

and your climbing out of the box

you don't write shit but you're convinced

your shit rocks

I got my shit down on the road

shoot yourself in the foot when you're

talkin out your spincter, boy

just another toy

and your climbing out of the box

you don't write shit but you're convinced

your shit rocks

Now you don't write nothing

leave it up to your puppeteers

you better hope it sells now

cause give it two years

another humdrum throw away

is what it becomes

a massive debt that someones got to play

at the end of the short day

can't sell a record because you're so wak

you cold sold your soul

can't deal with the payback

You see I got my shit down on the road

shoot yourself in the foot when you're

talkin out your spincter, boy

just another toy

and your climbing out of the box

you don't write shit but you're convinced

your shit rocks.

kick it!

hay yo!