[Hook]
Touch, feel, loving and the lust
Clutched by the hand that taught us how to f**
Future, present, dwellin' in the past
Owned by the man that taught us how to laugh. X2
[Verse One]
Bought a bottle of forget me not
Got you listening to this wicked hippie talk
Got a drink mixed with a little entertainment, fame and tonight I got a f**ing date with the pavement
f** a chuck at me, what the f** is up with me
Got me f**ing chuckling and chugalugging in the backseat
Grab the poison and disguse it as the remedy
Put it in a bag and eat it up like it's pedigree
And in a minute I'll be sitting in the sink busy puking guts up f**ed up what you think
[Verse Two]
I was drinking now I'm driving and riding up on the island
Got the windows rolled up puff puff I'm a tyrant
Spittin' so violent cover scars with the makeup
Steal the paint smear the blood with the paintbrush
I'm dissing b**hes it's just what my brain does
Sick of the same stuff that you're made of
Up up motherf**er and away we go and I ain't coming home till I'm playing on the radio
Maybe I can grow to be a magazine centerfold but don't say stop cause what I do is incredible
[Hook]
Touch, feel, loving and the lust
Clutched by the hand that taught us how to f**
Future, present, dwellin' in the past
Owned by the man that taught us how to laugh. X2
[Verse Three]
The aftermath is much more beautiful than the tragedy
So look away while I beat these scene kids bad-ily
Assault, murder, escaped and battery duct tape your face and rape your whole family
I'm clubbin' to d**h these little f*ggots on the dance floor
Giving them the dick that they've so asked for
Call me an a**hole that's what I rap for an attitude stirring up your panties till your backs sore
Grab some more f**s dump them out and laugh at you
Whippin' out my dick f**ing b**h teachers after school
[Verse Four]
We're laughing at your a** we're not even mad at all
So we made to pots of coffee and took and adderal
When you're dissin' b**hes they're still listening it's funny isn't it
Taking your b**hes p**y like let me cristen this
It's purger in the jury and then cussin' in the court but of course I'm a p**n star looking for a who*e
Your opinion is wrong and what I'm saying is right
So start singing along because what I'm saying is tight
I'm done with your weak a** rhymes shut the blinds out
Shut your f**ing mouth f**ing teeth like Amy Winehouse
[Hook]
Touch, feel, loving and the lust
Clutched by the hand that taught us how to f**
Future, present, dwellin' in the past
Owned by the man that taught us how to laugh. X2