INTRO

[Intro]
Girl like luis like its something medieval
I'm so exhausted the toxins are lethal
Whoever thought politic come with reap
The most awful things collaging out of evil

[zombAe]
Again we just stuck in America
All of your worth up in 280 characters
Dreaming of terrorists threats on the various
False shepherds keeping Columbia buried
Your worth is all gone and there is nothing to stare at
Especially when you just got an imperative
Whatever is left in your currency's eye
Whatevеr pennies your circuit supply
I guess this is thе place where we start weighing options
About what is saccharine? what is toxic?
What is acceptible? what is gossip?
Replacing the faces of people regardless
So what is going to save you from a world that is gone and forsaken
We fight for our freedom so 100 Dalmatians
I know I will wilt away in our territory
The finest spot in the mortuary

[doin fine]
Shit, I hear everybody screaming and I just don't have no anger
I'm kicking it with boys and kickin back and do the same uh
And I hate to fucking say to you won't find me at the 'merica
Every news about you cunts and I feel safer in Australia
Cuz I just bust inside that bitch and he won't have to use a hanger
And I don't got no worry about a kid who put one in the chamber
So I'm writing all these lyrics for this record called Saint Anger
Rapping pain from my stomach cuz I can't muster rage
Feel like I'm tripping of off trippy for case
I want some Kreayshawn and some Juicy J
See I take a different angle
I've been real happy since I got some fucking bank roll
And the voice inside my head got a name she like my eight ball
Thank god I never treat a good thing as a same old same old
I'm tryna be your angel
But if you feel victim to a stray
Am I ever gon' see your face and give it a rake
I felt it fucking forming
For the art of it
But not too much because that will startle her
Cuz the crowd needs a show
I know you see me bleeding on the floor
Well come and see me bleed come stand me some more

[Outro]
Oh my fucking god your music taste doesn't scare the hoes
The hoes fucking love that shit dude
Have you fucking been outside?
Tell me bad bitches have been bumping Trent Reznor songs like its fucking easy listening
So when my bitch gets wet when she hears a fucking plane crash in the song think about what that means if you're scaring the hoes
Maybe you just make women uncomfortable?
Did you ever considerate that one you weird cunt?
Maybe you intimidate women because you don't know how to speak to them?
Yeah uh huh and I seen you post that shit too
"Fumbled again!"
You ever ask yourself why you're scared of women?
You ever ask yourself why women are scared of you?
You ever consider the fact that there is a fucking difference between feeling hurt and being hurt
You know if you're uncomfortable it's actually not the fucking same thing as being wronged
Maybe the villain in your story isn't always twirling a huge fucking mustache on some Snidely Whiplash shit
You fucking sick one you fucking weirdo
So, "my music scares the hoes", no it fucking doesn't!
Fuck away from me, you lame cunt