Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed And I'm ashamed I played a part

Oh and I know, and you know that we've been here before I think I know how it should end We got an audience calling us crazy We ignore those with opinions of hate Friends with insanity as of lately Everyone comes with scars but you can love them away I

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

And the neighbors yeah they all hate us Cupid's secret is love starts before you need it With a little bit of prayer, little bit of porn (Sorry) Couple long nights sleeping on my own Waiting for the right one to come along Waiting for the right one and

If you want to be with me You want to Na naanananana naanananana nananananana nanananaana You can come with.. want Whatever your heart desire Mister lover will light your fire Mister lover will take you higher Make you feel as a blooming flower

Call my name, here I come It pains me Please, just leave it Ninety to nothing, watch me run I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate Anybody can get laid You want a room with a fire escape I want to tell you how much I hate this

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In