F.T.S.

Fuck you!

Well I'm screaming, "Fuck you!"

Middle finger in the air

And all I want to hear is you

Screaming, "Fuck you too!"

I'm out of the stratosphere

And a brand newt loon, new atmosphere

I wanna blow a chute till the cap is clear

Cause I never thought I would've made it out of here alive

From the land where the people put the eve in evil, the night ride

You'll never see an equal to my kind

So blind to anything, the line to life and mine is right now

Looking for another mind to fight foul

Bringing everything that you can bring down to the ground

Like a hundred and fifty pounds of C-4

I'm looking for key for kludge

Well I'mma need more slug

Cause I wanna see more blood

You ain't never seen gore like us

They don't want to make 'em anymore like us

Put 'em on tour with the paint on

Hoping that anybody'll know your little lame song

Fuck right, I'mma stay wrong

Blackout with a ray gun

Looking for anybody in make up

Motherfuckers, we need you to wake up

When you realize

There's nothing really you can say

That's ever gonna change my mind

I'm on some fuck that shit today

Just say fuck it, I don't care

Our middle fingers in the air

Only killas up in here, only killas up in here

Just say fuck it, I don't care

Our middle fingers in the air

Only killas up in here, only killas up in here

Fuck this!

I said, "Fuck this shit!"

I was born a son of a bitch

And always talked a whole gang of shit

Even though that I win the worst spit

Now tether the game up faster

Whole world revel in the wake of my dad's disaster

Had to talk to a pastor

Told me sit down, handle my shit

And tried to figure out what the fuck's really the matter

Hating animosity, only the guy wicked

It's the last, the victim, from your offer to the premises

I never know peace cause the nemesis there

'Fore I cover up all the scars and all my blemishes

Needing that x, another interest

Nothing form and I manage to myself with a run-on sentence

And I hang out of shape, put my bat head down

Got my eyes closed, watch as I swing for the fences

Home run, even a base hit'll get the job done

Me and my brother both 2nd 2no 1

We the ones who come for your young

In the depths, and at midnight, to free them from...

That they call the world, that's right

Hold tight till your reality swirls

And it curls to the audio medicine

There's never been a better prescription

Than the one that your listening

Fuck you!

Fuck you!