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You a bunch of vicious, self-righteous
What is this?
You're even worse when you have bullshit to preach against
Well if that's what you call real
well I guess I'm real
But I know your type, you sell your soul
for a fucking record deal
Well ugly manyx, may say how you feel
Where rich magpies may say your sorrow
Must get [?] to save your fuckin' solo
So vultures circle back, again and again and again
I see you slide cash now for your taglines
Yeah you were built on fake hybrid cosigns
Now all of the sudden, what have you got in public
Well if you ain't sorry, you ain't got the balls
Well then you ain't got the stomach, Motherfucker
Well ugly manyx, may say how you feel
Where rich magpies may say your sorrow
Must get [?] to save your fuckin' solo
So vultures circle back, again and again and again
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah you dressy assholes
Try getting paid in full for all for them
Yeah you dressy assholes
Try getting paid in full for all of them
Well ugly manyx, may say how you feel
Where rich magpies may say your sorrow
Must get [?] to save your fuckin' solo
So vultures circle back, again and again and again
So vultures circle back, again and again and again