**Verse 1:**
Step back, clown, let’s break down your facade,
You strut like you’re a player, but it’s all kind of odd.
Think you're the main event? Nah, you’re just a joke,
A shadow in the limelight, barely even spoke.
Chasing clout like it’s a shrine, but look around your life,
You’re just a puppet flailing, lost in all this strife.
You think you’re painting dreams? You’re scribbling in mud,
Just a pathetic little player, drenched in self-made blood.
**Chorus:**
You’re not the maggots feasting on a corpse in decay,
Not the flies on the shit, just a whisper far away.
You’re the wasted breath while life takes its spin,
A leech on ambition, a cancer that won't win.
Think you’re in the game? Bitch, you’re hitting the bricks,
A sad little pawn, man, you’re nothing but tricks.
Ride that fake high, but it’s all a damn lie,
You could drop dead tomorrow—who’d even bat an eye?
So keep your head up your ass, thinking you're so elite,
But deep down, you know you're just tasting defeat.
**Verse 2:**
Arrogant and oblivious, thinking you’ve made the climb,
But you’re where you are ‘cause somebody gave you time.
Sucking on the coattails, pretending it's your grind,
A pathetic little leech, lost and hard to find.
You think you play the game? Nah, you barely exist,
A spectator, a wannabe, just stuck on that list.
Living in a script where your lines are just forced,
Every word you spit is just garbage, of course.
**Chorus:**
You’re not the maggots feasting on a corpse in decay,
Not the flies on the shit, just a whisper far away.
You’re the wasted breath while life takes its spin,
A leech on ambition, a cancer that won't win.
Think you’re in the game? Bitch, you’re hitting the bricks,
A sad little pawn, man, you’re nothing but tricks.
Ride that fake high, but it’s all a damn lie,
You could drop dead tomorrow—who’d even bat an eye?
So keep your head up your ass, thinking you're so elite,
But deep down, you know you're just tasting defeat.
**Bridge:**
You stumble through this chaos, your courage just a shield,
Every misstep you make is your ego concealed.
Yelling for attention, but you’re fading in the dark,
Nobody’s buying tickets to your pitiful art.
**Verse 3:**
Face it, you’re a filler in a story that’s old,
A flicker in the shadows, too scared to be bold.
Feel that heat rising? Yeah, it’s the truth that you fear,
Spitting empty verses while the real ones persevere.
A pathetic little chump with your head in the clouds,
Thinking you own the stage—you ain’t worthy of the crowds.
Rode cock to the top, now you think you’re a star,
But without the hands you used, you’re just lost—how bizarre.
**Chorus:**
You’re not the maggots feasting on a corpse in decay,
Not the flies on the shit, just a whisper far away.
You’re th
