Pure gluttony
Not tall, not smart
A little handsome
It's the acidic drip of the poisonous cocaine
The silly crime tips of the trust fund street gang
We're building a bomb
Or was it robbing a bank?
On co-signed Vespas paid for by the major-label's domain
This is pure gluttony toward everything you can
Roll your eyes at the artist going on about the man
They took your cause and made money of the screenplay
They took your club beat and hung the bloody DJ
Pure gluttony, pure fear
You'll get shot in class by some virgin with a vengeance and a stick up his ass
Get a taste of the master
Ride his Spotify point For a fraction of a cent!', cries the real maniac boy.
Pure gluttony, pure gluttony
Eat yourself to death
This is just the beginning
Don't call me Z
And don't you dare call me the end."