You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest Protect the title Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone into America Whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone Without warm water in my

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

To my neighborhood I said, "Goodbye, so long", to my, my neighborhood 'Cause I'll always, always come back And I know, I know I'll see you again (I'll see you again) My neighborhood (my neighborhood) I left my mother feelin' sick in a bedroom My daddy

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)

I don't wanna believe I'm empty And I don't want to admit I'm wrong I don't wanna regret who I've become I'm an American I'm a red blooded

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation