We built you up... We'll drag you down.
But its u who ya bears the blame never to dare between the lines,
just eaten what they feeding like ur starving in yo mind,
not a touch of grace at all yet u seeming so divine,
passing judgement like the God above, yet down here riding pine
Tell me what wrong with ya mongers just waiting on fame to fall,
then a filling in and piling on and loosing no sleep at all,
maybe a different kinda lynchen but ya still the same ol' mob,
let that gossip in your head fuel the gunplay at your heart
We got gossip & gunplay.