Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

Everything is temporary, except for the real / So we leave 'em like the Chupacabra crept in their field / Eliminated like they messed with your meal / In an evil simulation, where we need to keep 'em kept on their heels

'Cause the life we live is wretched and real, not to glorify it / Heard you'll sell your soul for a steal, best hope the Lord is buyin' / Little shorties is dying, leavin they mothers mourning, crying / meeting with the coroner, seeing you must be mortifying

'Cause you get tortured by these guys, ain't no running away / See, I'm a star up on these tracks, and that's on public display / So either face me, or you fuckin' afraid / Don't try to play like you got nothin' to say, you fuckin' lame

And Blaine is even worser than Murphy, when it come to laws / Chances are he can and he will, if someone does him wrong / A sentient whose mission is to crush 'em all / Peeling off layer after layer, until they're bare like a Russian Doll

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

You could never earn enough of my trust, to ever fuck me with / Luckily I learned that shit as just a kid / and I remember needing bread to spread the mustard with / So it's them thoughts that get in my head, that kept me up and hustlin'

This shit was hunger driven, ego took a back seat / I'm eatin Rappers if they act sweet, drop a beat / And I know you see me solo when I'm out in these streets / But they all love me, so I am, in fact, deep, capeesh?

When I'm torching beats, I torture weak rhymeded individuals / The type who seeming blinded by my syllables / This is my world, motherfucker, I am Bobby with the Digitals / Somebody try to stop me if it isn't true

Aht-aht-aht, instant regret, you wrote a check and wouldn't cash the shit / Even with a set of Technics, you couldn't scratch me, bitch / Keep talkin greasy, I ain't havin it / Everytime you see me, I can see your heart sinks like a battleship

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

It's the boogeyman, in the flesh, live and direct / Looking for vaginas tryin' to rhyme, that I can dissect / You got one foot in your grave, with one of mine on your neck / It's life or death in this game, we down to die for respect

And it's been days that rhyming shit just kept me from going insane / Kept me moving forward without checking the score of the game / Dealing with them groundhog days, just more of the same / Feeling all the stresses of this thing, without fortune and fame

Who gives a fuck, the content of my bars can get savage / All you wanna do is rap about arms like arachnids / Rather throw you out the car into traffic / Cause you super sub-par, and wanna charge for that wack shit?

Give it up, pull down your last vid, it's over with / The talent pool sucks, and it's growing thin / Now, I'm not saying everyone's supposed to be dope as this / But way too many flat, out, suck, and you know it bitch

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned

Once your ego gets bruised, and the bleeding's internal / We gon' use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno / We don't need no water, let them motherfuckers burn / So we can stuff 'em in a couple of urns... trust is Urned