I say fuck society, I live the way I want It's the way, it's the way, it's the way I don't care what you think, it doesn't change a thing It's the way
Just the other day I was hanging around outside the local pub The man inside said "I can't help you son, you can't hang 'round here no more" So what
[Chorus:] What they say, is what you do, Set in Stone, just for you Obey their rules don't disobey, follow along or you will pay Follow the herd is
What became of true anarchy NOT those patches I see all around You used to scream for a change, now you just veg. on your couch [Chorus:] It's time
This one goes out to all the emo kids thanks for making it Halloween 365 days a fucking year See you at the bar you look like all the other guys I guess
of the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs That we'll have each others
heart says no but my body says yes Nuclear threat, the only threat I see is the threat of you not comin' home with me Our love for each other's like
Will the court please rise? Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
new holes in the Bible belt They've blown out the fire under the melting pot, the red blood of America is starting to clot No compromise, no sight through others
the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs That we'll have each other
of those, so thank you very much here it goes Maybe they figured that I'm on my way out the game so they gotta go try to find 'em a new Eminem or a new
thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York
pull it, a bullet flys in G's a madman, came from the Badlands Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher
all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh, yo So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat It's the
heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar Skama like a new
it down I hold it down I hold it down Aight, Staten Island, what up? Yeah, Long Island, what up? Come on Jazzy Jeff, y'all Philly, what's good? Haha, New
