Insane Clown Posse - F*ck The World lyrics

F*ck. F*ck this sh** F*ck givin it to me If I only could I'd set the world on fire If I only could I'd set the world on fire If I only could I'd set the world on fire Sya f*ck the world! (F*ck the world!) If I only could I'd set the world on fire F*ck em all! (F*ck em all!) F*ck you, f*ck me, f*ck us F*ck Tom, f*ck Mary, f*ck Gus F*ck Darius F*ck the west coast, and f*ck everybody on the east Eat sh** and die, or f*ck off at least F*ck pre-schoolers, f*ck rulers Kings and Queens and gold j**elers F*ck wine coolers F*ck chickens, f*ck ducks Everybody in your crew s**s, punk mother f*cks F*ck critics, f*ck your review Even if you like me, f*ck you F*ck your mom, f*ck your mom's momma F*ck the Beastie Boys and the Dali Llama F*ck the rain forest, f*ck a Forrest Gump You probably like it in the rump F*ck a shoe pump, f*ck the real deal and f*ck all the fakes F*ck all fifty two states! Oooo, and f*ck you F*ck Oprah, f*ck opera, f*ck a soap opera F*ck a pop locker and a co*k blocker F*ck your girlfriend, I probably did her already F*ck Kyle and his brother Tom Petty, Jump Steady My homie, f*ck him, what are you gonna do? (F*ck that b**h, f*ck you!) Yeah well f*ck you too Don't bother tryin to an*lyze these rhymes In this song I say f*ck ninety three times F*ck the president, f*ck your welfare F*ck your government and f*ck Fred Bear F*ck Nugent, like anybody gives a f*ck You like to hunt a lot, so f*ckin what?! F*ck disco, Count of Monte Crisco F*ck Cisco, and Jack and Jerry Brisco And f*ck everyone who went down with the Titanic, in a panic I'm like f*ck you, AHHHHH!!!! F*ck Celine Dion and f*ck Dionne Warwick You both make me sick, s** my dick F*ck the Berlin Wall, both sides of it And f*ck Lyle Lovett, whoever the f*ck that is F*ck everybody in the hemisphere F*ck them across the world, and f*ck them right here You know the guy that operates the Rouge River draw bridge in Delray on Jefferson? F*CK HIM! F*ck your idea, f*ck your gonnoreha F*ck your diarrhea, Rocky Maivia F*ck your wife, your homie did, he's f*ckin you F*ck the police and the 5-0 too F*ck Spin, Rolling Stone, and f*ck Vibe F*ck everybody inside Whoever's on the cover, f*ck his mother F*ck your little brother's homie from around the way And f*ck Violent J!