KNUP

If he talking reckless we stomp him in his shit
On the concrete breathless, I’m running from a pitbull
And if he talking that shit, get a fist full (Huh)
American and Soviet missiles
Pistol up on my hip
I let it rack back nigga
This is the America I love
I love it, lo-lo, I love it now
I love it, lo-lo, the thudding sound
Punk is dead because punk is cool now
I still wanna burn down my school now
Punk is cool but the gunk rock not yet
I hate all of you faggot cops that
Are killing all the children (Everything is different)
Everything’s the same now
No one will remember (I just remembered)
My brother’s birthday is in September
I just wanna break your femur (I am Lil Darkie, a cracked out lemur)
Punk ain’t punk anymore, at least by definition
Throw your junk on the floor
Litter 'n' kill the children
Read your book like a bitch until you can’t read shit
Now you smokin' a leaf until you can’t breathe
Bitch yuh, shut up (Okay)
You can’t make my fuckin' dick go the fuck up
Bitch I feel like I’ma OD
'Cause I’m a punk
That boy love talkin' to police
Until he get touched
I enter hell like «Where's the hair gel?»
I feel compelled to kill you fuckers
Yo, I can’t tell if you really hear dem demons
You need help (You need help)
If you really wanna die then very well
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
I don’t got a problem with you
And you don’t got a problem with me
Until we bleed
On the floor for the demon
Bleed up and down
Around the town
And I wanna know what kind of what else
Am I gonna encounter being part of a self?
Anticipate, these niggas hate
And hit it great until you fade
And I don’t want it to be the last time (Uh)
That I see you in a past life
And I don’t really wanna wait until the end, that’s right
And I don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends, that’s right
Yeah, it don’t really begin until the end, that’s right
Momma, I’m not dying
Momma, I’m alive again
Momma, I’m defying
The odds and I’m flying
And I don’t really wanna wait until the end, that’s right
And I don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends, that’s right
Yeah, it don’t really begin until the end, that’s right (Hah)
Show me yours you can see mine, see mine
Suck my dick in the meantime, meantime
I’m knee deep in a feline, be mine
If it red make a beeline, beeline for the door
He prefer the midget shorter whores
I pray for the end of border wars
I sleep on a bench, see quarters more
I reek of the stench, work 4 to 4
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Why the fuck do you look like a dumpling (Yuh)
I’ma fuck on your face 'til you love me (Oh-okay)
I need a monkey bitch with sharp teeth (Yuh)
Tryna shoot you in your braces
Don’t play with me, lil' bitch
I don’t have no hair to spike up
I just got a mic I might stuff with messages
Lessening the damage
I am so paranoid of everything
I manage to fuck up it all up
He got his balls tucked
Pop pop, tranny lover
I feel like Danny Glover, Mel Gibson, and Joe Pesci
Lethal weapon if he steppin', nigga don’t test me
If police see it happen, they gon' arrest me
I got voices in my head and they all mine nigga
What are my choices, am I dead?
Nah, you just fine nigga
What am I, really just a red line forehead faggot? (Yeah)
Caught you lacking
Ba-dah-ba-ba-ba-ba
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
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