[Intro]
I broke the f**in' fridge, yo
I broke the f**in' fridge, yo
I broke the f**in' fridge, yo
I broke the f**in' fridge, yo
[Verse 1: Overdrive]
I'm changing the topic
From d** to hypnotics
Nope, that's not it
I'm emo as f**
Cause I shop at Hot Topic
Gotta problem with me?
f**ing block it
I'm Professor Amos, b**h
And I'm gonna f**ing shock it
Blasting off in my rocket
Take my shotgun out and co*k it
[Hook]
I'm the f**ing Kurse, b**h
I'm the f**ing Kurse, b**h
I'm the f**ing Kurse, b**h
I'm the f**ing Kurse, b**h
[Verse 2: Overdrive]
If you didn't know, I'm probably cursed
To rehearse these lines I've already rehearsed
And day after day, it gets worse and worse
In a few days, I'mma be riding in a f**ing hearse
Maybe Lucifirst'll be my third verse
Then we'll steal Kristen Stewart's purse
Filled with f**ing tampons and Jacob's shirts
Can't show it with my emotions, I put it into words
Let's glue our f**in' feathers on and fly away like birds
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lucifirst]
Is it your b**h, or is your b**h my b**h? it's
Not my soul I've been nationwide since
'88 so don't start none you just linger in the
Fo' pound in case a mother f**er believe
I'm 'bout that action, slash a busta like a
f**in' track-meet some get it, I spit It, gun it
Kitted, blue sh** hard to find
Me if he broke as hell to get it, I
Catch you slippin, I'mma k** you in
The south, redecorate the crib, sippin'
Guinness, watching menace then oh lord, have that
Ass get clapped I got it, go 'head smoke
n***a I'm tryin' to play me close at the hotel
We lookin' for me to, I start
The porsche I keep my word look at his head
Its still shakin he had a lotta n***as
Armed ,robbin con men and murderous n***as, the
Dope boys be the slugs that'll k** 'em
It'll be the first date, and make you a
Thug, matter fact you a fake money f** wit
Mines, I'mma view you at ya b**h
n***a new york top of the baby this life a
Sacrifice if I lose chunks with the tools out
All of a b**h in you n***a talk sh** wit
They a**, winter, spring, or
s** my dick I could get it
Can they hear my hunger, my sh**
f** the cops come they ain't got no
Work on the low I do or die in
Jail trippin on fliks an bogger trail, p**y... b**h!
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Overdrive]
Currently, I'm getting no currency
And I'm certainly not losing my virginity
I don't care what the f** you think of me
As long as I make it onto TV
So you can all f**ing see me
And see how I'm hopefully succeeding
And how I'm on the news that you're reading
I'll keep moving on, yeah proceeding
And you're the ones that f**ing freed me
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Avery]
Overdrive said we're alive, not dead
So we keep going til that Zepplin is lead
We'll rip up the game, tear it to shreds
James gave no f**s when he shot up the theater
Like Chris gave no f**s when he took Rhianna and beat her
And the Kurse gives none, so we be the leaders
Wanted to start a group, so we made the Kurse
And that's why I just spit this f**ing verse
[Verse 6: Overdrive]
For a while, I was a white kid playing with Nerf
I was, and still am far from being perfect
Now all the black kids always give me respect
And white kids try to get me to inject, coke
I'm broke, and when I rap, I choke
I'm a huge a** ma**ive masturbator
And a hater of anyone that's not a centaur or a satyr
I'm not an inspiration or a f**ing innovator
I'm a native in this nation, placed by Satan
See ya later, alligator, muthaf**in' hater
Hate on someone else and get your a** to Hell
Nevermind, that's my f**ing home, bro
Cause I have no sane mind of my own
I don't have a phone, so don't bother calling, I'm not home
Or maybe I'm just sitting there, smoking weed on my own
Tried going to Church, it only got me pissed
Because I'm a Satanic atheist, but you can s** my dick, I give no sh**s
There was this ugly fat b**h that I dated, named Kacee
I almost threw up every time she f**ing faced me, encasing
She smoked a lot of weed, and I used to think
She was a breed between God and the devil
But I opened my eyes, and now I f**ing see
It wasn't meant to f**ing be
But enough about her
She means less than dirt, I just got hurt
So back to this real sh**
The sh** I hope'll be a real hit
The sh** that'll make the burnt-out candle lit
Or maybe my crew won't go through with it
My family hates me, I see
Because of my dad, I don't wanna breathe
But I'll keep moving until I hit the end
Even if I f**ing have to pretend
[Hook]
[Outro]
I broke the f**ing fridge, yo
I broke the f**ing fridge, yo
I broke the f**ing fridge, yo
I broke the f**ing fridge, yo