Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatever, artist - Speak. Album song Inside Out Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steak Worldwide
Song language: English
Whatever |
| Just woke up, another day another dollar that I ain’t make |
| Another search for that one soul I can’t hate |
| Can’t think of a wrong turn I ain’t take |
| Or think of a past bitch I ain’t rape |
| Or at least think about it |
| Cause if you talk about it guess you gotta be about it |
| At least that’s what they used to tell me when I dreamed about it |
| The self-suppression and hate, where would I be without it |
| Seems to be the only reason I can script this shit |
| But fuck it I live this shit |
| So why not speak about hell, seems I know it so well |
| They say you make the happy endings to the stories you tell |
| And that’s bullshit |
| So if I got a range then maybe I’ll get a bitch |
| Put hickeys over her neck instead of slitting her shit |
| Join a local church, stock bibles at the crib |
| Have a daughter and support her at ballet recital gigs |
| Barbecues with neighbors, and a belly full of beer |
| 9 to 5 every morning, mad cause I never lived |
| Nigga fuck that |
| Cause I would rather be |
| The nigga with the whole world mad at me |
| Than the faggot I’m not |
| Why the fuck you talking to me like I ain’t got guap (you don’t) |
| Why you acting like my tape won’t knock (it won’t) |
| Well fuck you, and I hope you rot (croak) |
| Whatever, whatever, whatever |
| Why the fuck you talking to me like I ain’t got guap (you don’t) |
| Why you acting like my tape won’t knock (it won’t) |
| Well fuck you and I hope you rot (well, you’re an asshole) |
| Whatever, whatever, whatever |
| Here’s another clever rap from your favorite hipster faggot |
| The unfunny cunt, young rap Bob Saget |
| Who keeps a full house full of bitches like the Olsen twins |
| And lets them heroin binge until they’re flying off the hinge |
| I’m a sleaze bag, baby that’s a known fact |
| Got a fetish for the black girls that make their ass clap |
| But they don’t fuck with me, my dick is extra medium |
| So I sit home alone, higher than some helium |
| No one was feeling him until I threw a curve ball |
| A couple sticks of dynamite stuffed inside a nerf ball |
| How you making hits swinging with a wiffle bat |
| How the fuck you getting high puffing simple nickel sacks |
| Nickelback, fickle rap, I’m bringing Tommy Pickles back |
| Bitch fuck your kids, tuck them in, I think they need a little nap |
| I’m in your kitchen now, puffin on a cigarette |
| You can toss my salad, but don’t forget the vinaigrette |
| I’m balsamic with Islamic fundamentalist |
| A real motherfucker catching Rex like Oedipus |
| Better warn you relatives when I’m on the rampage |
| In a drunken half daze and I ain’t touch a damn stage |
| But once I’m there I might come up live |
| And if her legs are opened up I might cum inside |
| Pussy fat like a welcome mat, yelling Speaky welcome back |
| Leave it worn and leave it torn until I’ve had enough of that |
| Why the fuck you talking to me like I ain’t got guap (you don’t) |
| Why you acting like my tape won’t knock (it won’t) |
| Well fuck you and I hope you rot (croak) |
| Whatever, whatever, whatever |
| Why the fuck you talking to me like I ain’t got guap (you don’t) |
| Why you acting like my tape won’t knock (it won’t) |
| Well fuck you and I hope you rot (well, you’re an asshole) |
| Whatever, whatever, whatever |