Good-Bye

[Intro]
(Good-bye!)
Stumbling across the internet, I found this statement
(Good-bye! Doing it again)
Jamie Madrox's solo album sounds like shit
(Good-bye! Doing it again)
He flipped the script, and it sucks
(Good-bye!)
I will not buy his products ever again
(Good-bye!)
This may strongly hurt Twiztid as a band
Are you fucking kidding me?
I mean, seriously, is anybody reading this?

[Verse 1]
Dark thoughts, clouded mind, move forward, fall behind
Nightmares all the time, still I continue on the grind
Nod, shake, I don't fit, use my shit to get a grip
Use my shit to stay alive, try to change, at least I tried
I ain't saying I'm the best, but I'm as good as all the rest
And if it wasn't for thе stress, then I'd be feeling flawlеss
And I'd be walking tallest with all the shit beneath me
And wouldn't be concerned with how listeners would receive me
Wouldn't be concerned if they flipped and jumped shit
And went to go and jock another motherfucker's music
I shouldn't care right I should prop em for the support in the past
Tell 'em don't let the door hit 'em in the ass

[Chorus]
(Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face
(Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place
(And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow
With no direction, sometimes it's how it go
(Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face
(Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place
(And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow
With no direction, sometimes it's how it go

[Bridge]
(Good-bye!) They don't know me, they don't ever know me
(Good-bye!) They don't know me, never know me
(Good-bye!) You don't know me, they don't know me
(Good-bye!) Never know me, they don't know me
So mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney, don't be a ho
(Good-bye!)
(Good-bye!) Don't be a ho
(Good-bye!) Don't be a ho

[Verse 2]
Out of contacts to bust, head clouded with thoughts
But none of 'em are worth thinkin' about it
The beat hits hard, hard enough to trigger my mind
But I keep wishin' for words that I can't find
I need something, maybe just a swig of this liquor
A hit of this joint for you to get the picture
'Cause I've lost all words, here's four words for you
Fuck you, motherfucker (I'm through)
Psyche, I'm just playing, I appreciate the opportunity
To bust rhymes so y'all can get faded
So mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney, don't be a ho
A fat man's hungry because he's supposed
To be artificial, appetite can never see the likes
Of a portly man practically out of his mind
Out of his own belt size and onto bigger things
Like a nice cold forty and plate of some chicken wings

[Chorus]
(Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face
(Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place
(And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow
With no direction, sometimes it's how it go
(Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face
(Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place
(And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow
With no direction, sometimes it's how it go

[Outro]
(Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face
They don't know me, they don't ever know me
(Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place
They don't know me, never know me
(And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow
You don't know me, they don't know me
With no direction, sometimes it's how it go
Never know me, they don't know me