look at you, covered with blue. upset with fire, you call me a liar.
(chorus:)i can`t hear f*ckin thing, i wish this sh*t would change.
and, i can`t hear a mutha-f*ckin thing, cuz, your p*ssy`s my
fame.
i could be rich, and loose this b*tch, of a h*. and i won`t see
this, cuz, bull-sh*t.
(chorus)
i`ll turn away, but only for now. i`ve f*cked you up all day,
it`s time to put it down. i cannot withstand your mutha-f*ckin
b*tch a** h* p*ssy sh*t d*ck face. it`s a f*ckin dis..grace!
just what the f*ck are you!?
(chorus)
this is f*ckin sh*t. you mess with this d*ck. i`ll blown you
away, that`s f*ckin what they--say.