INTRO

Lyrics

[Intro] Girl like luis like its something medieval I'm so exhausted the toxins are lethal Whoever thought politic come with reap The most awful things collaging out of evil [zombAe] Again we just stuck in America All of your worth up in 280 characters Dreaming of terrorists threats on the various False shepherds keeping Columbia buried Your worth is all gone and there is nothing to stare at Especially when you just got an imperative Whatever is left in your currency's eye Whatevеr pennies your circuit supply I guess this is thе place where we start weighing options About what is saccharine? what is toxic? What is acceptible? what is gossip? Replacing the faces of people regardless So what is going to save you from a world that is gone and forsaken We fight for our freedom so 100 Dalmatians I know I will wilt away in our territory The finest spot in the mortuary [doin fine] Shit, I hear everybody screaming and I just don't have no anger I'm kicking it with boys and kickin back and do the same uh And I hate to fucking say to you won't find me at the 'merica Every news about you cunts and I feel safer in Australia Cuz I just bust inside that bitch and he won't have to use a hanger And I don't got no worry about a kid who put one in the chamber So I'm writing all these lyrics for this record called Saint Anger Rapping pain from my stomach cuz I can't muster rage Feel like I'm tripping of off trippy for case I want some Kreayshawn and some Juicy J See I take a different angle I've been real happy since I got some fucking bank roll And the voice inside my head got a name she like my eight ball Thank god I never treat a good thing as a same old same old I'm tryna be your angel But if you feel victim to a stray Am I ever gon' see your face and give it a rake I felt it fucking forming For the art of it But not too much because that will startle her Cuz the crowd needs a show I know you see me bleeding on the floor Well come and see me bleed come stand me some more [Outro] Oh my fucking god your music taste doesn't scare the hoes The hoes fucking love that shit dude Have you fucking been outside? Tell me bad bitches have been bumping Trent Reznor songs like its fucking easy listening So when my bitch gets wet when she hears a fucking plane crash in the song think about what that means if you're scaring the hoes Maybe you just make women uncomfortable? Did you ever considerate that one you weird cunt? Maybe you intimidate women because you don't know how to speak to them? Yeah uh huh and I seen you post that shit too "Fumbled again!" You ever ask yourself why you're scared of women? You ever ask yourself why women are scared of you? You ever consider the fact that there is a fucking difference between feeling hurt and being hurt You know if you're uncomfortable it's actually not the fucking same thing as being wronged Maybe the villain in your story isn't always twirling a huge fucking mustache on some Snidely Whiplash shit You fucking sick one you fucking weirdo So, "my music scares the hoes", no it fucking doesn't! Fuck away from me, you lame cunt