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(feat. Nobody) I'm a motherfucking father of faggots Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father Plus I'm a fucking faggot that fucks your maths off till I'm fucking your asthma proper And that's a drastic motherfucker 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' law that shoot your guns at Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you planned to be aren't you? It's fuckin' 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 From Letras Mania