Proposition Fuck You

[Intro]
Are you tired of hanging out in your car and getting sweated by the boys in blue?
Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving any medical attention because of lack of insurance?
If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends, this November, when you go up that ballot box and you see the proposition marked “Fuck you,” you know what to do

[Chorus: Tommy Lee & F.I.L.T.H.E.E.]
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? (Crew)
You know what to do (Ha!)
Tell 'em fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!
How you know I'm not in the streets
With your piece, smokin’ weed, drinkin’ brew (Who?), you ain’t got a clue
Fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!

[Post-Chorus: sample]
“Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked”

[Verse 1: Tommy Lee]
Step into the ballot box
Blowing up the motherfuckin' spot, tired of these cops
Tired of these judges, tired of the rules
Waitin’ 'til the day to tell em all "Fuck you!"
Playin’ due, because it ain’t enough
Got the boys in blue still roughin’ me up
On the TV news, still talking it up
Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin’ it up
Methods of Mayhem, F.I.L.T.H.E.E. and Dutch
I walk up in your party and I'm smackin' a punch
If you've had enough, you know what to do
Vote yes on Proposition Fuck You!

[Chorus: Tommy Lee & F.I.L.T.H.E.E.]
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? (Crew)
You know what to do (Ha!)
Tell 'em fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!
How you know I'm not in the streets
With your piece, smokin’ weed, drinkin’ brew (Who?), you ain’t got a clue
Fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!

[Verse 2: Dutch]
F.I.L.T.H.E.E., Tommy Lee, steppin’ casually
Middle finger in the air for everybody to see
Obviously, you haven’t read over my proposition (uh huh)
Fuck you, collectively runnin’ the opposition
Opposition, proposition upon exposure
Our prediction, stop your bitchin’, we takin’ over
I told you, mold you like pottery, stop the monopoly
We turn around niggas that burn, learn to do it properly

[Chorus: Tommy Lee & F.I.L.T.H.E.E.]
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? (Crew)
You know what to do (Ha!)
Tell 'em fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!
How you know I'm not in the streets
With your piece, smokin’ weed, drinkin’ brew (Who?), you ain’t got a clue
Fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!

[Post-Chorus: sample]
“Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked”

[Verse 3: F.I.L.T.H.E.E. & F.I.L.T.H.E.E. & Tommy Lee]
Go on take away welfare, medicare
Start riots everywhere, my style [?] need some healthcare
I'm well-prepared, Proposition Fuck You
Ammunition buck you, got a bud a crew
Who the farmers? House senate takin’ over congress
Show ‘em how to keep it on this passive judgement
Passin’ on the government, no paper greencard
By law, we rock hard, Hip-Hop rock stars
Collage, [?] street, hoods and guns
Take ‘em goods and run, gettin’ naked for fun
Givin' food to bums, so spark another blunt
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!

[Chorus: Tommy Lee]
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew?
You know what to do
Tell 'em fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!
I've had it up to here with rules
Face-plastered prime time, headline, or TV news
Fuck you, it’s a proposition!
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition!

[Post-Chorus: sample]
“Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked”