Chris Rock U can't fuck wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be U still can't fuck wit me U can't fuck wit me I don'
m in a rush to ball I'm screamin' thug life nigga fuck y'all Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all Fuck all y'all
out the window To the parking lot At their SUVs taking all of this space They give no fuck They talk as loud as they want They give no fuck Just as
There was a time when I seized the moment, but now I?m forced to seize the past, Clutching to faded memories, of times that I thought would last Looking
it came to an end, When you decided you were better than me. Step down off your fucking cloud! Take your place in society. What makes you so fucking
To whom do we owe for our creation? Is nature not to be held responsible? For our lives in this world of devastation? Forcing on it?s people, a moral
It all started as a gleam in one man?s eye, Who claimed to speak to a being from the sky. Answering people?s questions about creation and life, In exchange
transform our being, And could destroy mankind if given opportunity. Because corporality has us on it?s short leash, And we?re devoured by a fucked up
? With a reputation built on lies. When I see the shit you do, The site repulses me, So why do I put up with you? It beats the fuck out of me. Jealousy
You?re lust for her is her weapon, and you are her victim. You?ve fallen into the trap of the lowest grade of scum. How much have you given her? And
have it all?by any means?necessary? FUCK YOU ALL! To all of you who think that you?re some kind of gift. To all of the burdens that the law won?t let
Sweeping our world for what it?s worth, Indulging on our debris. Spreading famine across the earth, Taking what you want from me. Murder, cheating, theft
This pathetic world is so systemized, Jumping to conclusions at the drop of a dime. And who am I to disagree? With the way this world chooses to label
convenience, Just to criticize my ways. But you cloud your view of my life, With a self-created haze. Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You! I don?t need your fucking
Fuck off and Die! I hate you, I loathe you, I loathe your existence. Self-centeredness controls you, induced by ignorance. Just give me one good reason
Oversættelse: Ben Folds Five. Alle U kan spise (De giver således ingen Fuck).
: Intro: Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Verse 1 Money gone fuck friends I need a homie
fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Verse 1 Money gone fuck friends I need a homie that know me when all
