(TNT)
Yeah, I got some s*** on my mind
Some s*** that I been wantin' to say
Some s*** that I gotsta say
(CHORUS)(2x)
f*** the world
It's like f*** the world
f*** the world
I said f*** the world
f*** the world
You know like f*** the world
f*** the world
I said like f*** the world
f*** the planet I'm on, I wish I was never born
But I was torn to be warned so now I mourn
My thoughts are paralyzed, I see terror signs
I recognize my mind, metamorphosize
I hate this planet and the people that live on it
I sold my soul and then I feel no pain because I want it
And I'm torn between life and death and death and life
My blood drips from the blade of a butcher knife
I have thoughts of hate and mental anguish
I hate you, I hate me too
I can't go back to the room, so I resume the temple of doom
They wanna put me in a rubber room
My momma told me there'd be days like this
I'll be feelin homicidal, suicidal, suicidalist
I kept his back, his peeled his cap backwards
I'm not religious, but more than just a sacrilegious
You better ask somebod about the n**** that's odd
And f*** you and your God and your world
(CHORUS)
I'm gonna bust, so call me a Mossburg
The sky is fallin like dominoes and Donald Byrd
f*** the world, I'm not your regular human being
You never testified a witness the murder scence
Mercy me, Lord have mercy for weak minds
Must I reach for my nine, once I'm speakin my mind
They trip, angel dust make me bust shots
Three little pigs, blind mice why I hate cops
Head ache, migrane bring the pain on
With my maggot brain on, some insane song
So you sing along, murder's my national anthem
Area nation, huntin' for a black panther
But killas don't talk, they walk the flatlines
And you should know that I'm out my mind
So f*** the world
(CHORUS)
f*** the world I'm in, it never represented anything
But Reel Life Products, thats why many sings
The blues, bad news, bad times, bad rhymes
Bad lines, bad thoughts, bad s*** on my mad mind
Some people say that the world will never end
I gotta step and say hello to my little friend
Push the b***on I panic for mannick depression
And with my Smith and Wesson I teach you all a lesson
I'm sick of thinkin' my mind's blinkin paranoid
Once I counteract it, bullets get interacted
Chain reaction, can't get no satisfaction
The world is fallin apart like Michael Jackson, so f*** 'em
(CHORUS
Yeah, I got some s*** on my mind
Some s*** that I been wantin' to say
Some s*** that I gotsta say
(CHORUS)(2x)
f*** the world
It's like f*** the world
f*** the world
I said f*** the world
f*** the world
You know like f*** the world
f*** the world
I said like f*** the world
f*** the planet I'm on, I wish I was never born
But I was torn to be warned so now I mourn
My thoughts are paralyzed, I see terror signs
I recognize my mind, metamorphosize
I hate this planet and the people that live on it
I sold my soul and then I feel no pain because I want it
And I'm torn between life and death and death and life
My blood drips from the blade of a butcher knife
I have thoughts of hate and mental anguish
I hate you, I hate me too
I can't go back to the room, so I resume the temple of doom
They wanna put me in a rubber room
My momma told me there'd be days like this
I'll be feelin homicidal, suicidal, suicidalist
I kept his back, his peeled his cap backwards
I'm not religious, but more than just a sacrilegious
You better ask somebod about the n**** that's odd
And f*** you and your God and your world
(CHORUS)
I'm gonna bust, so call me a Mossburg
The sky is fallin like dominoes and Donald Byrd
f*** the world, I'm not your regular human being
You never testified a witness the murder scence
Mercy me, Lord have mercy for weak minds
Must I reach for my nine, once I'm speakin my mind
They trip, angel dust make me bust shots
Three little pigs, blind mice why I hate cops
Head ache, migrane bring the pain on
With my maggot brain on, some insane song
So you sing along, murder's my national anthem
Area nation, huntin' for a black panther
But killas don't talk, they walk the flatlines
And you should know that I'm out my mind
So f*** the world
(CHORUS)
f*** the world I'm in, it never represented anything
But Reel Life Products, thats why many sings
The blues, bad news, bad times, bad rhymes
Bad lines, bad thoughts, bad s*** on my mad mind
Some people say that the world will never end
I gotta step and say hello to my little friend
Push the b***on I panic for mannick depression
And with my Smith and Wesson I teach you all a lesson
I'm sick of thinkin' my mind's blinkin paranoid
Once I counteract it, bullets get interacted
Chain reaction, can't get no satisfaction
The world is fallin apart like Michael Jackson, so f*** 'em
(CHORUS