What's Pit Beef?

We’ll take your egos as souvenirs
Because they’re too big for yourselves
Keep stealing riffs, keep stealing melodies
And say you wrote it all from the heart
I just can’t wait for the outcome
When you’re all found out as fakes
One day the music world will listen up
And throw it back in your face
I’ll say it over and over again
We’ve heard it over and over again
(f*ck) P L A G I A R I S M
It happens over and over again
Work out your haircuts before you work out your first tour
Tattoo your throat for your first hometown show
So what the f*ck are you here for?
Just to impress
With your worthless fashion sense?
Take this song as a battle cry
Against the image and the industry standards
We only care about songs
We don’t need a 'look'
Or a f*cking light show
(just let the music speak for itself)
Go suck the dick of the record man
And say his contract tastes good
Choke on the words, choke when you sign the page
You’re the cheapest whores that he’s ever had
You make more dollars than you make sense
I am a prophet and you’re out of your league
Some heroes fall, some heroes lose their legacy
In the shadows of younger men
Oh f*ck you’ve made a name for yourselves
Oh f*ck send me a postcard