Counterfeit

You're a counterfeit and a fake and a flat out liar/The devil's right hand man a real liar supplier/Fierce piercing eyes that light up like fire/Fabrication in your veins like it's your only desire/You hide behind that mask the main part of your attire/Passing out empty promises like and advertisement flier/Why not be truthful? Is all that I inquire/And do something good that might even inspire/But instead you choose to hang by a thin little wire/And dig yourself deep into a swampy quagmire/Yet your lies revolve like doors and go around like tires/A professional con like a conniver for hire/As your tall tales make sales by the highest buyers.