Sellout

Lookin down the barrel of a muthafuckin gun, you better get his money or you little band is done. Law suits label rape are steppin on my lungs, I pray this album has a hit but I know we ain't got one. [Pre-Chorus:] Can't you see I'm on the otherside, if I could change one thing, It wouldn't be your mind. [Chorus:] Sell out! here's my big hit, hope you like it, your all blind Sell out! it's the same shit, it's the same shit everytime. I hope you love me love me when this single spins I know we don't fit in cause i'm not one for trends. Clingin to a cliff by the tips of my fingernails, you'll be livin in a van if your new album fails. Hey Mr. Nickelback can you write a smash for me, he said son you must learn to sing cause all you do is scream. [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] Starin down the barrel of my muthafuckin gun, you better get my money or your little ass is done no such thing as royalties so pay me in your blood, I pull the trigger, burn in hell motherfucker! [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]