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Fast, fast, fingers are typing
A paycheck with the lies youre writing
Character assignations
And the condemnation is flying
On last years favorite list
Turned your back without a gist
This fabrication of compassion
Wont ever be missed
Now its time to Jolt the press
And we wont settle for anything less
A rebuke in love to bring out the truth
Cuz youre no better than me and Im no better than you
Jolt the press (x2)
Do you think you are doing us a favor
Cuz we arent your special flavor
Id rather you say it to my face
Shake hands and let there be grace
But you stand on being a critic
I dont have to buy it to hear it
So were gonna have fun before the press gets in
Now its your turn to read it
Do you see what you are saying (x2)
When you talk about me
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