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letra de bullshit - bad45

1st verse:
when i grew up i was rather broke / back when the world was -n-logue
f-cked up cloth from a catalogue / soon i started f-cking with the pedagogues
the only way for me to be popular / only way i saw girls: through binoculars
had a crush once, couldn’t come in touch wit’her / cos a food-coupon wasn’t enough for her
always bullied in the schoolyard / till i hit that kid with a stool, hardly
remember anyone stepping outta line from that time onward / no goon squad
no authority that could tell me anything, man / yeah, my b-lls grew large
however, still had a little p-ck-r / but no f-cking way i’mma hit that double bagger
cos soon these would be the days of the past / so which would be the ways that’d last?
made up my mind when i swayed that cl-ss- / a-b-tch to f-ck me and i came in her -ss
“i don’t give a f-ck” att-tude it is / couldn’t find a cuss f-cking as rude as this
first i was confused; i was new to this / being on top of the “cool-kids-list”
sh-t, more like a cl-ss clown / but i proudly wore that crown / who’s bad, now?
fool, that’s how / me gets f-cked up, being rubbish / but telling the truth flat-out
b-tch, don’t even think about getting sn-bbish with me / i’mma put you on your b-ttocks quickly
any form of critique / bounces right off of me, all i hear lately is
hook (x2):
bullsh-t / but it’s okay i’m cool with it
everytime you state that bullsh-t
i go deaf / don’t give two sh-ts
catch an att-tude / if the shoe fits
wear it, don’t care, kid / you’ll get
faded out / you know, loose lips
sink ships / all your mouth produces
all that comes out is (bullsh-t)
2nd verse:
can’t tell me nothing, man cos you ain’t did sh-t with your life / man, this’s your wife?!
jealous of me cos of the things i do / you can’t do that / who knew that
you’d be stuck with two brats / by the age of 22, that’s too bad
where the big yacht, where the pool at / me living this freely really must drive you mad
really though / when you hear me flow / syllables like it’s nothing, boy, coming out your stereo
far from mediocre / take a minute, yo / to digest- constipated? what a pity, hoe
my life’s like reckless driving / b-tch, i’m always restless, diving
into any senseless fighting / long as this heart’s beating in my chest it’s rivaling
so make no mistake, i ain’t slowing down / boy, ain’t no debate, b-tch, it’s on now
when you’re facing your fate, you will know how / easy and great life can go, wow
it ain’t giving in, on the contrary / you ain’t listening, i’m here to win
p-ssing against the wind / but no quandary / every single sin is like i’m differen-
-tiating from you boring c-nts / man, i told you more than once:
i don’t give two sh-ts about your opinion / it’s me against the world
f-ck what you heard / everything i do’s the right choice / them words’: just white noise
that sh-t don’t even concern / that’s why everytime i see them; i just flip ‘em the bird like: “not giving a f-ck”
hook x2

- bad45

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