Testo Drop Out

Shut your mouth, watch your back
Cross my path, I'll make you suffer
Can't take this anymore
Time to push you out the door

I see it in your eyes
Hide behind your disguise, find your niche and follow blind
If treason's a crime we'll hang 'em high I've seen 'em go so many times
And I just can't wait for your turn
Your fucking opinion's not my concern

I don't care

Everybody wants to talk about the real shit
But not everybody's being real with themselves
So before you go on I suggest you quit
Because heart ain't nothing you can't buy or sell