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My name is T-LAB (Tommy) i'm in a crew called lyrical lunaticz
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,468
Peak in subgenre #1,358
Author
T-LAB
Rights
T-LAB RECORD'S
Uploaded
January 16, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 2:28
Lyrics
look i think there's a time where everyone get's to the stage where they get fed up with everything and everyone and just simply says fuckit.
I'm possessin enough weapon's
to have you guessin
wether im apart of sumthin or just messin.
(i ain't talkin about gun's)
cause i got enough lyrical skill
to make your brain think your still on pill's.
They say you only get better with practise
that's why im a learner in extascy,shrooms and acid,
Spittin so much shit you'd think im high on laxetif.
You bastard's get rolled up in plastic for thinkin i'm kiddin and laugh at it,
Whenever i say my mom and dad hate's me and i was an accident.
I know my life has no meanin
so i must be the only person put on this earth for no reason,
just changing through season's,no wonder i'm a fan of treason.
Pull the wool over the worlds eye's
and terrorize all the hard working spies.
Will bushe's brain be sent to the slammer,to save him from justice's hammer?.
Or, will the truth be known at last?
How many men died, for that gallon of Gas?.
(Fuck it)
(Chorus)
Answer to the world? FUCK IT!
Answer to that girl? FUCK IT!
Answer to my parent's? FUCK IT!
Answer to the planet?! FUCK IT!x2
(Verse 2)
(LOOK!)
From the town i live in i can only hit an older audience
espically that drunk 80year old that tripped on his own-pants.
I stand and masterbate in your estate
until everyone copies me and the fad esscalates.
my life's fucked already so i might aswell make more mistakes
get crunk curse at wake's, join the same church as mase.
place, myself higher than god, so your new god's a top dog.
But i don't get on with no-one except for satan,
i work for him and buried god in my basement
cause he's the only person i know that hasn't tested my patience,
gave the game a face lift and replaced it with michael jackson's out-fit,
that's why it's all bling, chain's and diamond's,
kid's listening to it and think of riding their own mother's.
so give this tape to your 8 year old brother,
so it remind's him not to wear a rubber.
(Chorus)
Answer to the world? FUCK IT!
Answer to that girl? FUCK IT!
Answer to my parent's? FUCK IT!
Answer to the planet?! FUCK IT!x2
haha! i guess i've gonna to that stage myself So you know what? FUCK IT!
