Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me goin’ crazy
Oh, oh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I’m gettin’ tired of all you naysayers
Oh, oh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon’ have reason to hate me
Yeah
It’s like you don’t want me to win
So this time I’m goin’ in!

This the life of a rocker
Jägermeister and vodka
Hoppin’ off of the club’s balcony
Into the crowd, surfin’
And when they drop me, I’m randomly sockin’ fans
And when my interviews in hockey masks
Slap the journalists on their ass
I’m high off speed
Drivin’ my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed, while lesbians swallow E
I’m in the studio ignant
My engineer gon’ call police
I fell asleep on the soundboard and get us songs for weeks
LSD be all up in my head
Giving thanks to Grateful Dead
Bustin’ in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ ’em out naked, and this December
Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it I can’t remember

Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me goin’ crazy
Oh, oh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I’m gettin’ tired of all you naysayers
Oh, oh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon’ have reason to hate me
Yeah
It’s like you don’t want me to win
So this time I’m goin’ in!

Some boys are wiling
Drinkin’, cussin’, and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like ryker’s island
Henny Jack Daniels, spray paintin’ the die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo
Man you, better be conscious, I’m backstage
Livin’ it up, with a couple of sluts feelin’ nauseous
From drinkin’ it’s been a couple of days, since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from fuckin’, when I bust there’s nothin’ left
Just dust, back on the stage, give me my microphone
Scrappin’ with the audience while we perform hyper song
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats, stanks
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain’t say shit about my balls
Last call then we off to the next city, yeah
Whatever I didn’t drink on my bladder pack it up and take the rest with me

Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me goin’ crazy
Oh, oh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I’m gettin’ tired of all you naysayers
Oh, oh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon’ have reason to hate me
Yeah
It’s like you don’t want me to win
So this time I’m goin’ in!

Yeah this game has got me goin’ crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy
What’s new, what kinda fuckin’ glue you’d think I’d be if I was glue
We lost Proof, he was our crew’s glue
But where was you, when we were fallin’ apart
You were shitting on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefin’
Cause that’s what happens when you beef with crew
It stays in the crew, cause it’s just crew
But we’re back now, yeah we took our time while our blood grew
Only thing we’re in a hurry for now is to rush you!
And we’re back, these days if you don’t got the guts or the nuts to
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you
Ah choo!
Bless you! I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah, you think you the shit, till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust
Still got a just a few of us left, but it’d be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof
This one’s for you homies, we love you
But we can’t stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this

Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me goin’ crazy
Oh, oh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I’m gettin’ tired of all you naysayers
Oh, oh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon’ have reason to hate me
Yeah
It’s like you don’t want me to win
So this time I’m goin’ in!