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it's apparent to me, that you are happy to be,
stumbling around in your bulls**t fantasy,
where everybody wears this phony as* grin
and nobody's ugly, or willing to look in-side
the mirror, they hide from the terror
that the world is not a utopian place
it's iller than ever with scumbags and killers
as the head motherfker I spit in your face
I'll bet they write us off as a bunch of illiterates
With nothing to say, and think that we're ignorant
afraid of our might, so they label us belligerant
how can they be so motherfkin arrogant?
to think we'll stand by and take this s**t
we are the strong and they the insignificant
so here's my reply to your condescending statements
all you fkin f*gg*ts can suck my d*ck
sick of all the lies, I despise all you fkin fakes
comes as no surprise, your demise, you fuel my hate
hatred-anger contempt-plastic
you commercial motherfkers coming out like your hard
you wanna talk s**t lets pull some cards
the mike is my blowgun, spittin' venomous darts
I'm calling you all out, and you know who you are
These plastic people on this plastic planet
Are under my skin, and no one gives a fking s**t
pop genocide, my solution seems drastic
you've got no heart, I know that you're plastic
I am the voice of hate!!!
Why are you all so fake?
I am the voice of hate!!!
You're plastic