[Chorus]
I've got something for you
Can you tell me more?
Yeah, come on in
When you come in, close the door
I'm just sick and fucked up
About what's been going on
All these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn
[Verse 1]
Pseudo street persona, grovel to your owner
Glad I don't know you
That embarrassing shit that you do
Hit me with the goosebumps
I sit and laugh at your crew
But I'm sure it ain't that funny to you
I don't give a fuck
I just stay in the crease
Mind my own business 'til I need a release
I'm sick of old white men
Sick of terms and conditions
Sick of politicians
Sick of carbon footprints
Sick of tradition
Sick of public submission
Sick of all these bitch made vultures never asking permission
Sick of racism coming straight out of the system
And everywhere else
I've got something for you
Can you tell me more?
Yeah, come on in
When you come in, close the door
I'm just sick and fucked up
About what's been going on
All these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn
[Verse 1]
Pseudo street persona, grovel to your owner
Glad I don't know you
That embarrassing shit that you do
Hit me with the goosebumps
I sit and laugh at your crew
But I'm sure it ain't that funny to you
I don't give a fuck
I just stay in the crease
Mind my own business 'til I need a release
I'm sick of old white men
Sick of terms and conditions
Sick of politicians
Sick of carbon footprints
Sick of tradition
Sick of public submission
Sick of all these bitch made vultures never asking permission
Sick of racism coming straight out of the system
And everywhere else
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