Metal Is Dead

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Ward / Nelson / Aborn]

You took a hostage with a loaded gun 
And this has gone on for too long son 
You're not an artist you're just a clown 
You're the circus when you're in town 
You've caused a state of confusion 
Dumbed down the public and created an illusion 
magician you sawed your girl in half 
You might have fooled the crowd 
But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Now I can go on for days and days 
I see right through like you were an x-ray 
Cracked up 
Smacked up 
You better back up I'm about to act up 
I'm jacked up

You've got the gun 
And you're killing everything I love 
You don't respect it 
And what you are yeah I reject it 
You're just a fashion show 
And you [bad word] on everything I know 
And now I'm seeing red 
Cause you pulled the trigger 
And metal is dead

Don't need that four leaf clover 
Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it's over 
But there'll be more just like you 
Always following, thieving and borrowing 
Dying to find the formula 
Man you ain't Freddy Krueger 
You're just Count Chocula 
Silly rabbit this ain't no trick 
Cause I walk the walk 
And your minute-made riffs 
They ride the [bad word] 
Metal is dead! 
Where in the hell are my microphone fiends 
Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen 
Cause everything I'm hearing now sounds the same 
Can we please get variety back up in the game 
Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy 
Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy 
Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy 
Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy

[Spoken:] 

They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness 
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh 
Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead 
Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell 
puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight 
And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing 
Songs that are as empty as their words 
As meaningless as their promises 
And as dead as their souls