letra de care about my bloody lyrics - mtk
intro:
yeah. gots to care about my lyrics
care about my bl–dy lyrics
verse 1:
many simple minds wanna dictate the way that i rap, b-tch about how i’m just preaching
if your daughter’s hearing shakira, shaking her -rs-, she’s ain’t gon’ be succeeding
if rock and rap indoctrinates ignorance, your kids are demons
the rock revolution got your kids taking smack, crack and having s-x and leaving
it’s got them l1cking puddles, having swinger parties and having the threesomes
how can kids today have so much freedom? i’m gonna start a treason
i’m gonna change the world, change the boys, change the girls
take them away from h-ll
and if you hate what i’m saying, i’ll make more rap-rap records when i rebel
i’m controversial and oppositional about rap with cheap hoes
won’t let the planet blow up like namek in dragon ball z, so i’ll be the hero
bad boys are above nice guys? think that? then cut your wrist like an emo
man, that’s a bigger myth than finding a decent date on facebook and meebo
all just dumbing down
meaningless like comedy central clowns
saying that they wanna be humping a priest
making the dumbest of sheep
huh, no, please
comedy jokes are dry like rapping that is based about the pimps
it ain’t very helpful like the mentality kids get when they see skins
chorus: x2
care about my lyrics, not my image and my outfit
kids are making a h-ll on earth, while we do nothing about it
care about your children, you must guide them right
don’t let them go the wrong way, keep them on your side
verse 2:
how many kids wanna be evil and bad? almost the whole population
women are treating their body like a m-ssive house party with free invitations
i really ought to change them, rearrange them
take them away from satan, they’re in dangers
if you hate what i preach, you’re an abomination to civilization
the government spend millions of pounds to dumb all the children down
i knock all the sheeples on the ground for liking commercial sounds
like: ”money, cars, b-tches, hoes.”
sh-tty beats, sh-tty flows
hearing creativity on the tv is impossible
n0body is philosophical
it’s just men that use hoes
mtv’s got about as much meaning as wasted films like bruno
n0body with a brain has to see a man wiggling his thing
the sheep liking it are useless like pedophiles fiddling with the kids
the world’s become demonic because all you idiots are leaving this world alone
mums, dads, stand up, you gotta go and be keeping daughter at your home
never let her touch the evil magazines, converting her to one of the most appalling of the hoes
online, make sure your daughter’s never gloating and flaunting with her clothes
chorus: x2
care about my lyrics, not my image and my outfit
kids are making a h-ll on earth, while we do nothing about it
care about your children, you must guide them right
don’t let them go the wrong way, keep them on your side
verse 3:
no point of your daughter smoking and drinking and humping the illiterates
drunken with the idiots
wanna be letting her be get a venomous tattoo?
don’t let her be a dumb pleb that is a fool
she’s loving the satanism
following the cr-p on television
mingling with many drinkers
taking all the lamest pictures
many people hate the diggers
put them in the ditches
got hate for strippers
they’re fake and bitter
i’m rapping on rhythms like a cannon
tv’s why you hate your sister with a p-ssion
why do girls like drinking all the l1cker with the maggots?
all eyes on the tart, sticking like a magnet
they’re despicable, unethical, unprincipled and miserable
they’re swinging many d-ckheads in the garage
when they’re married, they’ll get fingered by a pillock and be battered
when they’re binging, they’ll be hammered and be l1cking on a carrot
media got them conditioned like parrots
they’re only thinking with their clique ’cause they’re damaged
girls ain’t gotta party with bacardi and be tarty and nasty
they are never thinking smartly
why can’t they ever be cl-ssy?
wanna k!ll them with an army
they should live in a safari
they need morals like punjabis, wearing the indian saris
gotta hit them with karate for looking like gwen stefani
go for nice guys, they ain’t criminal, they’re innocent
be original, be individual and different
if mates wanna hate and ridicule, be militant
rude boys act up, empty a pr-ck on them
really all the bullies are minuscule, be hitting them
gotta shout, ”chav.” just spit on them
none of them ridiculous fools had christenings
getting laid don’t make you cool, it’s sickening
chorus: x2
care about my lyrics, not my image and my outfit
kids are making a h-ll on earth, while we do nothing about it
care about your children, you must guide them right
don’t let them go the wrong way, keep them on your side
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