For weeks your falling, that's my darling Hear them calling drawing you back Sawing you in two, using me, using you Watch out Mack, here's a rat Falling off the track, fade out black Black in feedback, hit the flashback Don't you know we hate that? Fuck that shit, I don't wanna hear it You can't bare it when we blare it I hate your band, you understand? You got no passion, it's all fashion Well you come you can, come come true Calm down, flames red or blue You don't know, you got no clue You talk that shit about our crew, we hate you You said you know us, we don't know you You Jump on the next bandwagon What's the next fan in, I heard you braggin But you ain't shit, you get frustrated We never hesitated to call you a Charlatan