Metal is Dead

You took a hostage with a loaded gun, And this has gone on for too long son, You're not an artist you're just a clown, You're the circus when you're in town. You've caused a state of confusion, Dumbed down the public and created an illusion, A magician you sawed your girl in half, You might have fooled the crowd, But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Now I can go on for days and days

I see right through like you were an x-ray

Cracked up

Smacked up

You better back up I'm about to act up

I'm jacked up

You've got the gun

And you're killing everything I love

You don't respect it

And what you are yeah I reject it

You're just a fashion show

And you shit on everything I know

And now I'm seeing red

Cause you pulled the trigger

And metal is dead

Don't need that four leaf clover, Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it's over, But there'll be more just like you, Always following, thieving and borrowing, Dying to find the formula, Man you ain't Freddy Krueger, You're just Count Chocula, Silly rabbit this ain't no trick, Cause I walk the walk And your minute-made riffs, They ride the dick

Metal is dead!

Where in the hell are my microphone fiends, Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen, Cause everything I'm hearing now sounds the same, Can we please get variety back up in the game, Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy, Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy, Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy, Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy

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They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness

With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh

Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead

Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell

A puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight

And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing

Songs that are as empty as their words

As meaningless as their promises

And as dead as their souls