Songtext zu 'Fuck Da World' von Natas

(TNT)

Yeah, I got some shit on my mind
Some shit that I been wantin' to say
Some shit that I gotsta say

(CHORUS)(2x)

Fuck the world
It's like fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said fuck the world

Fuck the world
You know like fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said like fuck the world

Fuck the planet I'm on, I wish I was never born
But I was torn to be warned so now I mourn
My thoughts are paralyzed, I see terror signs
I recognize my mind, metamorphosize

I hate this planet and the people that live on it
I sold my soul and then I feel no pain because I want it
And I'm torn between life and death and death and life
My blood drips from the blade of a butcher knife

I have thoughts of hate and mental anguish
I hate you, I hate me too

I can't go back to the room, so I resume the temple of doom

They wanna put me in a rubber room

My momma told me there'd be days like this

I'll be feelin homicidal, suicidal, suicidalist

I kept his back, his peeled his cap backwards

I'm not religious, but more than just a sacrilegious

You better ask somebod about the nigga that's odd

And fuck you and your God and your world

(CHORUS)

I'm gonna bust, so call me a Mossburg

The sky is fallin like dominoes and Donald Byrd

Fuck the world, I'm not your regular human being

You never testified a witness the murder scence

Mercy me, Lord have mercy for weak minds

Must I reach for my nine, once I'm speakin my mind

They trip, angel dust make me bust shots

Three little pigs, blind mice why I hate cops

Head ache, migrane bring the pain on

With my maggot brain on, some insane song

So you sing along, murder's my national anthem

Area nation, huntin' for a black panther

But killas don't talk, they walk the flatlines

And you should know that I'm out my mind

So fuck the world

(CHORUS)

Fuck the world I'm in, it never represented anything

But Reel Life Products, thats why many sings

The blues, bad news, bad times, bad rhymes

Bad lines, bad thoughts, bad shit on my mad mind

Some people say that the world will never end

I gotta step and say hello to my little friend

Push the button I panic for mannick depression

And with my Smith and Wesson I teach you all a lesson

I'm sick of thinkin' my mind's blinkin paranoid

Once I counteract it, bullets get interacted

Chain reaction, can't get no satisfaction

The world is fallin apart like Michael Jackson, so fuck 'em

(CHORUS)