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Lyricist: Methods Of Mayhem
Lyrics:
Are you tired of hanging out in your car And getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving Any medical attention because of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends This November, when you go up to that ballot box and you see the proposition marked 'Fuck you', you know what to do Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew You know what to do tell 'em 'Fuck you', it's a proposition Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition Hangin' on back in the streets With your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who? You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 'Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked' Step into the ballot box Blowing up the motherfuckin' spot, tired of these cops Tired of these judges, tired of the rules Waitin' 'til the day to tell 'em all, 'Fuck you' Playin' two, 'cause it ain't enough Got the boyz in blue still roughin' me up On the T.V. news still talking it up Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up Methods of Mayhem, Filthy and Dutch I walk up in your party and I'm spikin' the punch If you've had enough, you know what to do 'Vote yes!' On proposition fuck you Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew (crew) You know what to do tell 'em 'Fuck you', it's a proposition (ha) Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition Hangin' on back in the streets With your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who? (Who?) You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition Filthee, Tommy Lee, steppin' casually Middle finger in the air for everybody to see Obviously you haven't read over my proposition (huh-uh) 'Fuck you', collectively runnin' the opposition Opposition, proposition upon exposure Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin' over I told ya, motion like pottery, stop the monopoly We turnin' real nigga's that burn, learn to do it properly Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew (crew) You know what to do tell 'em 'Fuck you', it's a proposition (ha) Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition Hangin' on back in the streets With your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who? You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 'Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked' Go on take away welfare, medicare Start riots everywhere, my style she could need some health care I am well prepared, proposition fuck you, ammunition buck you Gotta bud a crew Who da farmers? House senate takin' over congress Show 'em how to keep it on this passive judgment Blastin' on the government, no paper, green card By law we rock hard, hip hop rockstars Collauge, I borrow street, hoods and guns Take your goods and run, gettin' naked for fun Give ya food to bluff, so spark another blunt Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew You know what to do, tell 'em 'Fuck you', it's a proposition Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition I've had it up to here with rules Face plastered prime time, headline, on T.V. News Fuck you! It's a proposition Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 'Yeah, its gonna be well wicked'
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