Lyrics Fuck Da World - Natas

Fuck Da World

Yeah, I got some shit on my mind
Some shit that I been wanting to say
Some shit that I got to say
Fuck the world
It’s like fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said fuck the world
Fuck the world
You know fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said fuck the world
Fuck the world
You know fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said fuck the world
Fuck the world
It’s like fuck the world
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 that I metamorphosize
I hate this planet and the people that live on it
I sold my soul in vain, 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 womb, so I resume the temple of doom
They want to put me in a rubber room
My mama told me there’d be days like this
I be feeling homicidal, suicidal, suicidalist
I capped his back, his peel his cap backwards
I’m not religious, but more than just a sacrilegious
You better ask some bod about the nigga that’s odd
And fuck you and your God, and your world
I’m finna bust, so call me a Mossberg
The sky is falling like dominoes and Donald Byrd
Fuck the world, I’m not your regular human being
You’ll never testify, a witness the murder scene
Mercy me, Lord have mercy for weak minds
Must I reach for my nine, once I’m speaking my mind
They trip, angel dust make me bust shots
Three little pigs, blind mice, why I hate cops
Headache, migraine, bring the pain on
What’s my maggot brain on, some insane song
So you sing along, murder’s my national anthem
Aryan Nation hunting for a Black Panther
But killers don’t talk, they walk the flatlines
And you should know that I’m out my mind, so fuck the world
Fuck the world I’m in it, never represented anything
But Reel Life Products, that’s why many sing
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 got a secret, «Say hello to my little friend»
Push the button, I panic from manic depression
And with my Smith & Wesson, I’ll teach you all a lesson
I’m sick of thinking my mind’s blinking paranoid
Once I counteract it, bullets get interacted
Chain reaction can’t get no satisfaction
The world is falling apart like Michael Jackson, so fuck them