[Verse 1: Wallace Rice]
I feel like diddy in my videos,
I dance like diddy in my videos,
I used to sit around my mother's house playing splinter cell
And now I’m a double-breasted suit with a centre fold
A big fucking leather coat
News of the worlds tapped my phones
Complimentary gold ring
Big megaphone
Stick it out my 3rd story window
Troll everyone
And every time the lost prophets come on I’m shouting my favourite insults Lonely people die alone
Common people died in vein
Famous people die the most
I need a little livener though
Give me a heavy starting line like we’re playing the ivory coast
I need a big kaleidoscope that see behind your clothes
Fucking Hollywood is loathed
With these Harvey Weinstein oversized in tiny robes
Bunch of dead entertainers and broken xylophones
[Chorus 1: Wallace Rice]
Dear entertainer
Please entertain us
Play us your favourite song until we all feel miscellaneous
Dear entertainer wipe that smug look from your eyes
The only difference between you and I and is that you fuckers always die
[Verse 2: Dream Mclean]
Feel like diddy in my video
I feel like Khaled in my Snapchat
Brown skin Elvis with blue suede shoes on
I feel like Tom Cruise in my black hat
Do my own stunts player
Run my town I should run mayor
Out here with my day 1s on a 1 dayer
Couple days pass it’s a 3 dayer
Lord Jesus I need sleep need church and I need prayer 1 like 1 prayer
1 light 1 dark
1 guys just rare
3 more back there
This is our stage
it’s not nice to stare
So please look elsewhere
I hate the attention I hate it I swear
Fuck if we make it, don’t care
But maybe this year is our year
[Chorus 2: Wallace Rice]
Dead entertainers

Headline out stages
Played one too many songs and now the crowd throw rotten tomatoes Dear entertainer we’re both dropping from a high
But the only difference between you and I is when we land you’re going to die
[Verse 3: Alex Osiris]
I feel like snoop at the source awards
I feel like I feel like you couldn't stop me
Feel like Pac leaving the MGM lobby
Blood on my boots and somebodies tooth
Yeah, I ain't worried
On a mad one
Lost it brothers that need a compass
Criminals if I need an accomplice then I grab one
Oi snaps bruv
I beg ya call it on
He told me calm it down
I said that’s sorta long
I already did 3
And I've ordered one
I'm talking fucked
and strutting round this place like I'm important bruv
The lord of nothing wearing my kingship like an ornament
It’s hanging from my neck on a chain that's brighter than all of us Feel like I should slow down
Feel like the joker mixed Jonny rotten
And Jimi Hendrix a little funky but still its so foul
Feeling like I’ve been off beat and on beat this whole bar Fucking hell that’s so wow
[Outro: Alex Osiris]
Who's to say that every picture-perfect princess that walks by don't wanna piece of this It's a tragic misconception that less is more
I'm going full throttle best you believe it kids
Oooo it's glitz and glamorous inside the toilet doors
where you're hid from cameras
Fuck that for a laugh
I'd rather be dead than cool
and anything else just ain't really ain't living