Insulting gits result in fits
Just halt and think, it's like rubbing salt in this
Goddamn wound that you have that's burning your hand
This has happened before, they're recurring goddamn
Memories of people being gits, we'll see, it fits
That i use this to spite you, it's like i'm free of this
Chain that you inprison me with to silence me
And violently tell me to be quiet or three
Or more people will come get me after school, gang of youths
Hanging down by the shop with their Addidas boots
These twats should lose all that they own, and once they crap on you
You'll feel the same way and agree: they're all just bastards too!
CD released playing on Whiston's phone
It's just shit i mix at home and show people who be dicks and show it
To everybody until this little compact disc is known
As something with a little bitch on it, c'mon, it's just old!
[Chorus X2]
So fuck you bastards who outta luck and have to
Insult me just because they know they suck so bad an'
Just chuck those bags at me like i was a fuckin' madman
I still duck and laugh and say fuck you bastards!
You stupid pricks can't put two and two together like two big sticks
Your shoes are too big, dicks, and i'm through with this!
Why am i even rapping about you when you just take the piss
Fakest bitch who says he likes me to my face and shit
But once he gets the CD he showing people like Nick
And joking about me being gangsta, like weird white pricks
It's a weird song to be dissed on, Hoppo's guitar with a bitch what
Raps, dosen't quite go together like pizza with crisps on!
Now that was random more random than my porno track
But i don't need to hear such truth from all you twats
Just go back to what you doing and ignore you crap
Little idiots, leave me alone i don't want to talk to that
Guy who acts like he likes me, when he tries just to spite me
Why he just fights me i don't know but hi, i'm a sight, see!
That means you can target me like it was my Target Audience
If you just laughed when you heard this, aren't you hard? You all are dicks!
[Chorus X2]
So fuck you bastards who outta luck and have to
Insult me just because they know they suck so bad an'
Just chuck those bags at me like i was a fuckin' madman
I still duck and laugh and say fuck you bastards!
Fuck hating, you should all worship me with a hearing
And kiss me from the knee until your lips kiss an ear-ring
Yeah i don't have one but that's not the point
Don't tell me this was bound to happen, they got the choice
I trusted them to not jip i thought they could be a bit decent
But it's treason the way some jip as though i'm just some bitch, hear him?
But then there's some who think it's good and just say to ignore it
This state of ignorance only lasts so long before they hate and destroy it!
And hell, most of the teaches are just stupid gits
Don't pass nobody your pen in front of Ms Sampson, you'll get chewed to bits!
And Mr Iddi playing my CD in statistics
So thanks to that and the science lesson, i gotta hear this Nick prick
Go on and on about how shit i am he don't say it directly
But i know he aint listening for words when he starts playing this record!
Sorry if i aint mention you but there aint room
But to anybody who thinks i'm shit, i hope your grandchildren remember that a bear ate you!
[Chorus X2]
So fuck you bastards who outta luck and have to
Insult me just because they know they suck so bad an'
Just chuck those bags at me like i was a fuckin' madman
I still duck and laugh and say fuck you bastards!
Fuck you bastards
Fuck you bastards
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