Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Public Enemy, artist - Adam Calhoun. Date of issue: 12.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Public Enemy |
| I got no fucks to give and I really don’t care |
| I’m just here for a couple of beers, yeah |
| I got nowhere to go and nothin' to lose |
| Don’t make me knock you off of that chair, yeah |
| You gonna do what to who? |
| Nigga you ain’t nothin' dude |
| Shit, he say nigga? |
| Yea I did, nigga fuck you! |
| Oh I can’t say that but you can say that? |
| Black Lives Matter and every white dude is racist |
| I like country and rap, they say I can’t, I say I can |
| Hold up, matter of fact |
| I’m sayin' listen, racism is at an all time high in America |
| I don’t judge by their color, I just judge them on their character |
| Who wrote, you know, I know how to get it in |
| Dog Cujo, you know, you just on that King shit |
| Large I’m livin', you ain’t in charge, I’m givin' you three seconds |
| 'Fore I lose my temper, stomp your head in |
| Oh my God aggression! |
| Fuck yea, I’m American |
| Sometimes arrogant, I’m aware of it |
| Take that fuckin' towel off your head |
| I don’t like the way you’re wearin' it |
| «Allahu Akbar», I’m sick of hearin' it from terrorists |
| In our home land, little kids poppin' xan’s |
| Walk around skinny pants, where the fuck are mom and dad? |
| But I’m supposed to honor that? |
| Sorry Honor, I object and by object |
| I mean I’m comin' at your mother-fuckin' neck |
| Fuck a threat, don’t pretend it bitch, I know what my gender is |
| You think I’m offensive? |
| I think you too fuckin' sensitive |
| Censor this, I don’t don’t give a fuck or a blurred middle finger |
| You more pussy than my little sister, get the picture |
| I got no fucks to give and I really don’t care |
| I’m just here for a couple of beers, yeah |
| I got nowhere to go and nothin' to lose |
| Don’t make me knock you off that chair, yeah |
| Pu-pu-pu-public enemy number one, under the gun |
| Never seen an enemy wantin' beef I’m runnin' from |
| Country rap, what the fuck is that? |
| Haters point and laugh |
| Watch me put it on my back then |
| Put it on the map |
| You ain’t Church, you ain’t Demun |
| You ain’t Jelly, you ain’t Struggle |
| I’m gonna make this simple bitch |
| I’m out to get you, you in trouble |
| I’ma end you before you start |
| Take a man, break his heart |
| I take action, you actin', learn to play your part |
| You a fake, you ain’t strong, you a bitch, you a fraud |
| Music that I made make you wish you never wrote a song |
| Run along before you catch clips from the automatic |
| I’m a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors |
| It’s more than that, White Trash we deserve better |
| Redneck, Hillbillies, I’ma put this shit together |
| Don’t you ever say my name, I’ll expose ya |
| Close your casket faster than I closed Hosier’s |
| Game over |