Lyrics Proposition Fuck You - Methods of Mayhem, Filthee Immigrants

Proposition Fuck You

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»
Step in to the ballid box, blowing up
The mutha fuckin' spot, tired of these cops
Tired of these judges, tired of the rules
Waitin' til the day to tell em all fuck you
Playin' two, because it ain’t enough
Got the boys in blue still roughin' me up
On the TV news still talking it up
Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up
Methods of Mayhem, filthy and dutch
I walk up in your party and im spikin' the punch
If you’ve had enough, you know what to do
Vote yes on proposition fuck you
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew)
You know what to do (Ha)
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
Filthee, Tommy Lee, steppin' casually
Middle finger in the air for everybody to see
Obviously you haven’t read over my proposition
Fuck you collectively, runnin' the opposition
Opposition, proposition upon exposure
Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin' over
I told ya we more like pottery, stop the monopoly
We turn around nigga’s that burn learn to do it properly
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew)
You know what to do (Ha)
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»
Go on take away wellfare, medicare
Start riots everywhere, my style she could need some healthcare
Well prepared, proposition fuck you
Ammunition fuck you, gotta bud a crew
Who da farmers?
House senate takin' over congress
Show ‘em how to keep it on this passive judgement
Passin' on the government, no paper greencard
By law we rock hard, Hip-Hop rock stars
Collauge, I borrow street, hoods and guns
Take ‘em goods and run, gettin' naked for fun
Give ya food to bluff, so spark another blunt
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew)
You know what to do (Ha)
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue
Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition
«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»