They go around, dropping names
Hoping to gain a little bit of fame
I see a future that's very grim
They get on stage and then the lights dim
They cut themselves until they can't bleed
I hope that one day everyone will plead
Why is this happening?
We fucked up everything

[Chorus:]

Get that razor out of your wrist
I don't ask, but I do insist
Why are you doing stupid shit?
The way you are just isn't fit
You're addicted to your Baby Phat
I'm sure Kimora Lee loves that
But that doesn't mean jack
Why do you go around talking smack?

You're living your life in the fast lane
All the while, you're drinking blue champagne
You hope it will dull the pain
But yet it stings like a torrent of acid rain
Suffocate yourselves 'til you can't breath
Oh, sorry, you didn't catch the irony
You don't know who I am
And I don't give a damn

[Chorus:]

Get that razor out of your wrist
I don't ask, but I do insist
Why are you doing stupid shit?
The way you are just isn't fit
You're addicted to your Baby Phat
I'm sure Kimora Lee loves that
But that doesn't mean jack
Why do you go around talking smack?

Who's that on the TV?
You say, "I wish she was me"
Too bad you can't see
Your own stupidity
You feed off jealousy
And starve to death sometimes
I see that you're trying
But the lyrics still don't rhyme

[Chorus:]

Get that razor out of your wrist
I don't ask, but I do insist
Why are you doing stupid shit?
The way you are just isn't fit
You're addicted to your Baby Phat
I'm sure Kimora Lee loves that
But that doesn't mean jack
Why do you go around talking smack?