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.
Can’t you see I’m on the otherside,
If I could change one thing, it wouldn’t be your mind.
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.
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!