MTK - Care About My Bloody Lyrics lyrics

Intro: Yeah. Gots to care about my lyrics Care about my bloody lyrics Verse 1: Many simple minds wanna dictate the way that I rap, b**h about how I'm just preaching If your daughter's hearing Shakira, shaking her arse, 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** and leaving It's got them licking 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 hell 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 hell 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 ma**ive 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**hes, hoes.'' sh**ty beats, sh**ty flows Hearing creativity on the TV is impossible Nobody is philosophical It's just men that use hoes MTV's got about as much meaning as wasted films like Bruno Nobody 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 hell 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 crap 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 pa**ion Why do girls like drinking all the licker with the maggots? All eyes on the tart, sticking like a magnet They're despicable, unethical, unprincipled and miserable They're swinging many dickheads 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 licking 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 cla**y? Wanna k** 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 prick 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 hell 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