Don't Wanna Be An American Idiot? (Stop listening to Punk) Punk's Pretty GAY!
it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down
Southside, we act a damn fool You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe I keeps it real hoe, for real though [Verse 2] Listen close to the story I'm about
up punk And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk You got no choice, so don't flip that coin This ain't the military, so you punks can't join It
I started to write A rap that'll cap like a true blue rap Not a washed-up almost MC sap Little girls so fresh and I know you are Wanna take a little
a muthfuckin lane call yall out cho muthafuckin name fuck yall dames i got game I hate hoes...hoes hate me 4x (Verse 1) Listen here bitch dont take
get caught, in doing time, while putos get shot I'll say "It's nothin'" if you ask "It ain't shit" I got punks, who you callin' punks, and they wanna
hope is gone Fuck being broke! C'mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody
octave in a pocket, you need to stop it Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it This is harmony, Nina's taking you
oyu gotta work for that Chilling like a Rockstar listening to ether Bumping through your speakers, know I gotta heat this Rockin' don't stop, you know I'm rocking don't stop
a picture and they tell me how I am supposed to define myself. I'm in circles to find myself. (Chorus x2) (Verse 2) Yeah, you can never stop me, never stop
back baby listen to your radio Baffled as a bat sayin who is that? It's the mad, mad ones from Mad Tracks Makin mad beats for you punks to get mad at
appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie Take the dough from all who owe me 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 1 potato, 2
it rain brother (2x) Let it rain Let it rain Outro: [Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Won't stop, Can't stop It's the L-I-K's What, Mister X to the Z What
Verse 1: The Game] Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley Take me away Like I
with a reala trilla dude Whatchya gon do shawty lemme know It's gettin to the point where I can't take no more (I can't take no more) Guess what I'm tryna
HERE. CARLY LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING. SPENCER: I?M TAKING SOME PICS OF MY ROBOT SCULPTURE. SMILE! SPENCER POINTS CAMERA AT SCULPTURE AND TAKES A PICTURE
a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas Sixteen bars, keep the car running Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill Punks jump