FV - Twenty Two lyrics

[Intro] A big part of the problem we face today is that our children have been taught in schools that every idea is right (...) And what do we call that? They call it multiculturalism. And it has paralyzed too many of our fellow citizens to make the critical judgement we need to make to prosper as a society [Verse 1: FV] I'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda I'm a dude both Hutus and Tutsis are not fond of Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda You're in a line-up doing lines, while I do conga You want beef, burger, flipper get devoured like food I'm a retarded evil genius using powers for good A sip of brew when I wake up, then a Xanax at noon I'm on some Drizzy-Drake sh**, singing out of the blue Means I'm singing in the rain So, goddamn it, Sam play it, Frank sing it again When I was seventeen I used to pour my seed down the drain Creating sewage monsters. Sorry Dufresne (My bad) You'll never make it through the dammit can*l See, I'm a f**ing Heisenberg and you brats a Hal Your style is foul and a tad ban*l I'm a walking mystery like I'm femme fatal The good and evil in me cancel out A rough gentleman I cum into damsel's mouth I'm dangerous like sitting down inChris Hansen's house The new thing on the radio, I'm throwing Lazlow out Checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt I gotta finish, cause it's twenty two, I'm checking out Not a terrorist...(Get out, get out, get out) [Verse 2] Gotta go back, man, f** a convention I vomit with all the stuff you s**ers mention Yeah, yeah typical message, not enough attention Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim L, Hova and then some Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights 'cause I don't like your God's work. Go to hell with pride Don't understand me, not the Mensa type Your gun's heavy, well, my pen is light. End of fight [Outro] Yep, why, wow, c'mon, just..., this is, this is, well, (Go home, go home!) This is the worst crowd that I've ever... I'm not gonna...(Go home, traitor! traitor! Go home) I can't go home, I've been paid by the club to... (Go home, go home, Terrorist!, Go home you terrorist!) I'm not the terrorist! How the f** am I a terrorist, tho?!(Go home, home) Oh, you kiss that retarded a** with that mouth? Jeez... (Go home!)