I'm a motherf_cking father of faggots
Plus I'm a motherf_cking bag it father
Plus I'm a f_cking faggot that fucks your maths off till I'm f_cking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherf_cker karma so pop an acid tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope that you fucking faggot, you punk
To the fucking state on this cover by these fucking magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters
And you're wasted and smack the f_ck out Rihanna
Guess that's what you get for your slap persona
That's what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about how much she wants to [moans]
I'm about to blow my motherfucking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone to f_cking listen
And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it?
Why just knock it off your rock and f_ckin' drink and shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can learn some shit you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your f_ckin' fist to this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the f_ckin' law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the f_ckin' gangster you planned to be aren't you?
It's f_ckin' dangerous and harmful for just one statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that's not gonna make us remorse.
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