(chorus) hearts of stone and our mental is rotted tha unwanted, the discarded cold hearted all of this u caused it to late to use caution this is the rise of the fallen ignored now look what ya started We're the misfits, the rebels, the ones who don't fit in try again and again losers trying to win we're not afraid to sin poor dont know color of skin we dont care where ya from or where ya been mawma selling dope cuz dads in the pen he in the hole for stabbing him wit the pen bout to go in, i stay on 10 bout to go spin, im lit mumbling dumb shit stumblin wrist slit troubling nitwit now what outlaw or lawman a worker or conmen hustling or robbing lack of options is not uncommon no help for all us fallen my heart will never soften everything you hate is now ur problem chorus) hearts of stone and our mental is rotted tha unwanted, the discarded plots plotted all of this u caused it to late to use caution this is the rise of the fallen ignored now look what ya started ILL rhymes from a kids mind left behind always wondering why Dad was too high and mamma always gave it a try cut em out long, cutem out wide 10 yrs old cutting out sum lines nose stpped up and theres water in my eyes think this is like day 5, normal day onthe south side ops we terrorize .5 in a rig is a win Everytime die or ride ducking swine optimus crime gang signs wiseguy but southern fried chorus) hearts of stone and our mental is rotted tha unwanted, the discarded plots plotted all of this u caused it to late to use caution this is the rise of the fallen ignored now look what ya started