One Way Call

I thought you said you got it, you ain't really got it popping

Tell me how the fuck you tryna be man when you not

When you fake, when you wack, when you take from the plan

And create for the same lame mainstream fans

You're a thing of the past and I'm coming up fast

Smoke stay dancing, jean chains flashing

Ten black nails, two blades in my hands

It's the Prince of the Shadows, Boogeyman, Boogeyman

Never met you so I really don't care

What you think, how you feel, or the clothes that you wear

Moon keep rising, every night flying

You will never top me, might as well stop trying

This a one way call through the headphones

This a one way call through the headphones

This a one way call through the headphones

This a one way call through the headphones