**Verse 1** Woke up with some venom I need to spit, Too many loudmouths out there who never been hit. No need to brag about being the shit, Just give me a bowl so I can eat the rich. So tired of all this cartoonish shit, The world’s being run by a bunch of idiots. Everybody talking like they cracked the code, Meanwhile the wheels keep falling off the road. Big fake smiles with a hand in your coat, Selling you a dream while they’re sinking the boat. I ain’t buying fear, I ain’t buying the pitch, I’ve seen too many kings who ain’t worth a damn inch. So clear me some space, let the real ones speak— I’m sick of hearing bullshit dressed up like belief. Everybody’s certain, nobody knows, Everybody’s selling while the pressure grows. Pointing little fingers, picking little sides, Whole lot of noise covering whole lot of lies. I don’t need a banner, I don’t need a team, I just want something real underneath the machine. Strip off the paint, let me see what it is— If the truth looks ugly, then the truth fucking is. **Pre-Chorus** I’m done with the spin, done with the show, Done watching fools tell everybody where to go. If the whole thing shakes when I open my mouth— Good. Maybe somebody finally hears me now. **Chorus** Too much money, too much mouth, Too many fools telling everybody how. Too much polish over something gone bad, Too many smiling while the rest get mad. I don’t want your version, I don’t want your script— Give me something real or choke on counterfeit. **Verse 2** Everybody’s branding every breath that they take, Selling you a lifestyle they barely can fake. Gold-plated bullshit, rented-out pride, Whole lot of nothing with a logo outside. They pose like kings while the workers get stiffed, Then call it success when the numbers all lift. I got no respect for a throne built cheap— Especially when somebody else paid for the seat. **Pre-Chorus** I’m done with the spin, done with the show, Done watching fools tell everybody where to go. If the whole thing shakes when I open my mouth— Good. Maybe somebody finally hears me now. **Chorus** Too much money, too much mouth, Too many fools telling everybody how. Too much polish over something gone bad, Too many smiling while the rest get mad. I don’t want your version, I don’t want your script— Give me something real or choke on counterfeit. **Bridge** Strip away the money, the image, the name, Take off the costume and tell me what remains. If there’s nothing underneath but another sales pitch— Don’t act surprised when I call it what it is. **Breakdown** Pull the curtain. Cut the light. Let the ugly stand in sight. No more slogans, no more tricks— Show me what the fuck this is. **Final Chorus** Too much money, too much mouth, Too many fools telling everybody how. Too much polish over something gone bad, Too many smiling while the rest get mad. I don’t want your version, I don’t want your script— Give me something real or choke on counterfeit. **Outro** Turn the cameras off. Let the silence hit. No logo left, no angle to pitch. When there’s nothing left to sell or defend— Maybe that’s where the truth begins.
