Every day we are force fed with compiling stress
But not a single worry will ever cross me
Choices mean vices we all have our thing

The party's in session so crown me the king
Do you like to lose control?
Sex, drugs, and death metal

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What the $#&@ is up?
When everybody $#&@ing talks %#@!

Everybody $#&@ing talks %#@!
Yeah were gonna break it down like nobody ever has before
Cuz were young and $#&@ed up, poppin da blunts up, high in the dirty south

Until the breath is taken from my lungs
I'll be spittin a fat-track attack like a rapper on crack
Lies gargle through my veins

Minds start to go insane
Where do we put the blame?
Emotion is just a $#&@ing game

Pieces are shattered
None of this mattered
Disregard the fine print

Oh it's apparent, haven't you figured us out by now?
Where my (*##$es? haven't you figured us out by now?