Fuck Regret

[Intro: Violent J]
Shaggy the Airhead on the beat
That's right. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Yo, ninja, give them wicked clowns some eardrums, four minutes dude
We got some shit to spit and if you dig it say "fuck that shit too"
I'm speakin' on regret and beatin' ourselves up over past mistakes
Regrets are bastard snakes infectin' brains, let's blast 'em, clean the slates
Fuck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda bullshit, you don't know shit, ho
You gots it backwards, would've wound up jack worse in a black hearse
No regrets on spittin' that, hoes regret skippin' the track
Regrets are poltergeists to the brain, Satanic attack ([?])
Fuck lookin' back, let's look ahead, came from wack to fresh instead
My life was somethin' to dread, now it's better than hooker head
Real time, (Yeah) baby, no cassette, (Mmm) you can't rewind or forward shit (Nope)
Ain't no pause to this life of yours but you can always hit eject
Now you're posted at your mama place, roasted, in a china vase
With you roasted, she don't mind the space, a toast to your vagina face
Once dead, you can forever look back and sweat what you wanna sweat
But while I'm livin' my life alive, I'm screamin' "Fuck regret!" Fuck regret!

[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
"Man, if I only coulda-" Fuck that shit! You didn't, bitch, so what?
Make up a hand sign that means "scrub life" and throw that shit the fuck up
I got two fat bitches, hippopotamuses, clearin' thirty dishes
Who gives a fuck what I be doin', if I made different decisions
I bump into good luck on daily, everywhere I go we meet again
It's like the shit's stalkin' me, hawkin' me, like it need a friend
It's almost scary, very, like we got the same itinerary
I said, "What in the fuck? It's good luck! You again?" He told me, "Call me Larry"
So take your crystal balls, superstitions, intuitions, and visions
And fuck out my face, unless you want a my-foot-in-your-ass collision
I'm sorry, some of the roads I took in life were dead ends
And if they fucked you up somehow, kid, that wasn't my intentions (Nope)
If it was, you'd be dead, worms livin' in your bitch-ass butt cheek
So if you wanna trip on that shit, I kick your ass to this beat
I don't dwell if anything go wrong, I'm just too strong, I move on
Just finished this, spittin' this verse, now my shit already wrote for the next two songs

[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"

[Bridge: Violent J]
Fuck regret!

[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"