Stuck Mojo - Metal Is Dead lyrics
[Stuck Mojo - Metal Is Dead lyrics]
He was brought to a place
And was shot and left behind
Who pulled the trigger?
I don't give you any names
You took a hostage with a loaded gun
And this has gone on for too long son
You're not an artist you're just a clown
You're the circus when you're in town
You've caused a state of confusion
Dumbed down the public and
Created an illusion
A magician, you sawed your girl in half
You might have fooled the crowd
But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x ray
Cracked up smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up
You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are, yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
'Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead
Don't need that four leaf clover
Your fifteen minutes, yeah it's over
But there'll be more just like you
Always following, thieving and borrowing
Dying to find the formula
Man you ain't Freddy Krueger
You're just Count Chocula
Silly rabbit this ain't no trick
'Cause I walk the walk
And your minute made riffs
They ride the dick
Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x ray
Cracked up smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up
You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are, yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
'Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead metal is dead!
Where in the hell are my microphone fiends
Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen
'Cause everything I'm hearing now
Sounds the same
Can we please get variety back up in the game
Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy
Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy
Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy
Sounding weak, wack, corny and cheesy
They rose lifeless in the
Shadows of greatness
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly
On their own flesh
Making a mockery of the millions
They would dare to lead
Where once was passion now only
Vanity and avarice dwell
A puppet show whose masters devour
Their young with delight
And even as they are ground in
The mouths of their makers, they sing
Songs that are as empty as their words
As meaningless as their promises
And as dead as their souls
You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are, yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
'Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead
Metal is dead! Metal is dead!
Metal is dead! Metal is dead!
And was shot and left behind
Who pulled the trigger?
I don't give you any names
You took a hostage with a loaded gun
And this has gone on for too long son
You're not an artist you're just a clown
You're the circus when you're in town
You've caused a state of confusion
Dumbed down the public and
Created an illusion
A magician, you sawed your girl in half
You might have fooled the crowd
But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x ray
Cracked up smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up
You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are, yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
'Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead
Don't need that four leaf clover
Your fifteen minutes, yeah it's over
But there'll be more just like you
Always following, thieving and borrowing
Dying to find the formula
Man you ain't Freddy Krueger
You're just Count Chocula
Silly rabbit this ain't no trick
'Cause I walk the walk
And your minute made riffs
They ride the dick
Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x ray
Cracked up smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up
You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are, yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
'Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead metal is dead!
Where in the hell are my microphone fiends
Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen
'Cause everything I'm hearing now
Sounds the same
Can we please get variety back up in the game
Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy
Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy
Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy
Sounding weak, wack, corny and cheesy
They rose lifeless in the
Shadows of greatness
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly
On their own flesh
Making a mockery of the millions
They would dare to lead
Where once was passion now only
Vanity and avarice dwell
A puppet show whose masters devour
Their young with delight
And even as they are ground in
The mouths of their makers, they sing
Songs that are as empty as their words
As meaningless as their promises
And as dead as their souls
You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are, yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
'Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead
Metal is dead! Metal is dead!
Metal is dead! Metal is dead!