Lyrics:
lying for their fucking sake
For the fun to watch the boy hearts break and
Fuck the world, we're emo kids
Jim's 'Praise Chorus' glued to our lips
Run by
punk blues
Where I grew up in the city well you had to be mean to get by
Hanging out on the corner
Getting flaked every night
Man we were bad assed
Too
while y'all wear silk
y'all drink forties, and I drink milk
Cause that's my muthafuckin biz
I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid
Hardcore to my heart
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up,
And they all don't know
(Yeah)
And they all don't know
(And they don't know, aye)
And they all don't know
All these punk ma'fuckers don't know
What
Police siren
Camera; click click click click
Wow, young silk
Boy out done yourself to this time!
Why you back on slim?
Spread your arm wide
And pin
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up,
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up,
blood boil
You refer to the book of rules
It's the one you wrote and put in schools
Then you come round here in designer gear
Made by kids in India
Police sirens on yo ass you better really run
Hot pockets in the freezer mommas really drunk
Play guitar right after school thought I was super punk
I used to get bullied by kids
That went to my school
I had every FUBU shirt that I
Could match with my shoes
I was skinny and awkward
I dyed my hair
doubt that
You can find your route back
It's the outback ranger, sound shape arranger
Spells danger to any punk fakin the funk that got the vapes
With
(Eat a dick up)
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin'
Then ask you how it feel (punk nigga)
Stuff a AK and brick in a caddy grill
(in the truck)
Your wife is daddy's girl (she mine)
My robe is silk
(look
30 way To die I wanna Be Punk n Roll Star
Killing Emo Kid Because They're Bitch
Turn Loud The radio And Sex Pistols Singing
I Dont Care With all my
(He don't care, cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45
connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
Dum ditty dum, kid, where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to
Steppin' on these stages
Outrageous rhymes left my mind
And soon became contagious
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
rip
While my lyrics leave my lips
Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
Watch a brother roamin' on stages
Name rings a bell from state to state
Province
duckin from?
Breathe
They come, passed the fight every fuckin one
Breathe
They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life
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