Fame Is To Blame

Fame is too fucking lame. Paparazzis shooting pictures at the next big thing. Sarcastic with frowning faces staring at my bling.
The time has come for me to take these greedy bitches in the dark alley and show them what its like to be fucked in the bum.
Money is the root of all evil and seriously enough my habit to keep me from feeling disbeleif and insecurity. People are no longer my friends, they are animals looking for their next prey. I say kill them all with a blow torch and some battery acid. Fame is not real, its a thing we see on television
that blinds us from the actual horrors of their lives. We see they're sellouts and have become snobs like you. Take their new Nike shoes and sell them to a junkie looking for a fix. That's what makes us into proud americans.