HAIR SPIKED UP SO YOU THINK YOU A PUNK
GOT BLOOD ON MY SHIRT FROM THE FUCKER I PUNCHED
BUTTERFLY BLADES YUH SHOUT OUT GENERIC
FUCKED UP EXISTENCE I FEEL SO (NEVERMIND)
AND I DONT KNOW WHERE TO GO NOW
WOKE UP WITH SMOKE IN MY LUNGS
CANNOT SEE STRAIGHT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKIN AT
ILL SKIN YOU ALIVE LITTLE BITCH
BETTER STEP UP, THROW YOUR FISTS UP
WE'RE THE FUTURE
OF AMERICA
DRUGS IN OUR HEADS
ILL LAY DOWN WHEN I DIE
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