Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F.T.S., artist - Twiztid. Album song The Darkness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.01.2015
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
F.T.S. |
| Fuck you! |
| Well I’m screaming, «Fuck you!» |
| Middle finger in the air |
| And all I want to hear is you |
| Screaming, «Fuck you too!» |
| I’m out of the stratosphere |
| And a brand newt loon, new atmosphere |
| I wanna blow a chute till the cap is clear |
| Cause I never thought I would’ve made it out of here alive |
| From the land where the people put the eve in evil, the night ride |
| You’ll never see an equal to my kind |
| So blind to anything, the line to life and mine is right now |
| Looking for another mind to fight foul |
| Bringing everything that you can bring down to the ground |
| Like a hundred and fifty pounds of C-4 |
| I’m looking for key for kludge |
| Well I’mma need more slug |
| Cause I wanna see more blood |
| You ain’t never seen gore like us |
| They don’t want to make 'em anymore like us |
| Put 'em on tour with the paint on |
| Hoping that anybody’ll know your little lame song |
| Fuck right, I’mma stay wrong |
| Blackout with a ray gun |
| Looking for anybody in make up |
| Motherfuckers, we need you to wake up |
| When you realize |
| There’s nothing really you can say |
| That’s ever gonna change my mind |
| I’m on some fuck that shit today |
| Just say fuck it, I don’t care |
| Our middle fingers in the air |
| Only killas up in here, only killas up in here |
| Just say fuck it, I don’t care |
| Our middle fingers in the air |
| Only killas up in here, only killas up in here |
| Fuck this! |
| I said, «Fuck this shit!» |
| I was born a son of a bitch |
| And always talked a whole gang of shit |
| Even though that I win the worst spit |
| Now tether the game up faster |
| Whole world revel in the wake of my dad’s disaster |
| Had to talk to a pastor |
| Told me sit down, handle my shit |
| And tried to figure out what the fuck’s really the matter |
| Hating animosity, only the guy wicked |
| It’s the last, the victim, from your offer to the premises |
| I never know peace cause the nemesis there |
| 'Fore I cover up all the scars and all my blemishes |
| Needing that x, another interest |
| Nothing form and I manage to myself with a run-on sentence |
| And I hang out of shape, put my bat head down |
| Got my eyes closed, watch as I swing for the fences |
| Home run, even a base hit’ll get the job done |
| Me and my brother both 2nd 2no 1 |
| We the ones who come for your young |
| In the depths, and at midnight, to free them from… |
| That they call the world, that’s right |
| Hold tight till your reality swirls |
| And it curls to the audio medicine |
| There’s never been a better prescription |
| Than the one that your listening |
| Fuck you! |
| Fuck you! |