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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 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 Letras de canciones 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 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 I don't care if I get copied 'Cause when I was your age I would maybe get sloppy But I didn't take it quite to that level Catch you acting like a sneaky lil' devil It gets testy when you take it too far Calling my family from a town out far Fuck you kid, now I have your address And in a second I could put your racist ass to bed Just shut the fuck up and go with the flow I'm sure I'll be running into your ass at the next show It'll get nice and awkward when you see me Give you a real overdose of the VV Shout out to Wharfwhit Fuck off From Letras Mania