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This is fucked up shit
Another pop-punk kid
When I suck up the hate
I love the smile on my face
I'm a nobody
No knows a nobody
No one likes a nobody
You don't notice
Or
Don't
Care
The night is young
But the kids are dancing
I'm too old to start
A fucking punk band
Yea I know I'm just
A part
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've done before 17
I'm really that kid (That
in
To a cycle reminiscent of a sickle swing
Betrothed by the aria the city sings for us
Ignorant,
Voices in my head just a chorus, ignore it
Living in
bank account
Shoot my shot, I'ma make it count
(Hey there, uh, kid)
(We've been looking for this little punk by the name of Yung Pinch)
(Uh, he's
the punk rock rulebook
'Cause times have changed and so have I, I need to get by
Is it too much to ask, do me a favor close that punk rock rulebook
money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
I got a heart but my heart is made out
Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter, it's
golden sandals
Gold shield, war force field
Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
A golden
crippled
im not your doc giggles
or your willy wiggles
my crossover dribble penetrate me to the middle
i spin a better web milk you like a silk spread
man
silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and such
And cuts
Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably
lifters
I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her
Universal God, I stay scientific
The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted
Stay Asiatic, so
should rule
I'm the best for the job, you know why?
(why? !) cause I'm cool..
.. see I'm
Smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle
Rough like a bully, I'm
team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid
payments on a be -M-W
I know you never would settle for the minimum snaps
Have to live in the ghetto where the blacks be at
And send your kids to a school
kids first, then like wild cats inside us!
I want to replay against all odds,
It’s the last bullet in the barrel,
Can you see that strip of dots?
touched
By some other dead beat a different kind of punk
Now the court records support your front
When it was actually the mother forced cause remember...
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
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