Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Da World, artist - Natas. Album song Doubelievengod, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
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 |