Hey Do What You Want But Don't Do It Around Me Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all god damned day oh misanthropic anthropoid with
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tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
when we pullin' up I see you movin' around on the dance floor Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for? Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
up Am I right? You right, baby, that's what's up Now, now, now when you walkin', girl and you make it swirl It's hard for me to look and not want you
telephone Your mum said you weren't home She called you on the telephone Your mum told you weren't home Oh mama, what did you do? what did you do?
we all got 'em, we All want 'em. what do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya." She said you gotta do your fair share Now cough up half the
Welcome, we love you, we hate you We love you, we want you, we need you We wish we were like you They say you're a saint You're a whore, you're a sinner
walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin', "Mr. Water, what is it that you runnin' from?" Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you
you don?t know shit I don?t know I guess all we can do is ask them why I don?t have to tell you things are bad everybody knows things are bad pollutions
or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want
keeps stickin' Now, what's really known as a radio cut? When you can say and you can't say (Shit, fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you
want to fucking kill me But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11 Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend
by what the bible says But your god is a myth and Christ is dead Letting the bible do your thinking is so absurd Because your malfunctioned god never
of y'all I don't trust religion I don't trust the police or the justice system Peace to erez the hustler locked up in prison See you when you get home
I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your useless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Then why don't you go move to one
We can't all do what we want to do Always settle for what you're told to expect Do not take chances you might fail And you don't want to find out the
get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad
