All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

Fuck that shit, let's start a riot! Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet! Let's start a riot! I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun I've been drinking way too much, but now I think

This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again This shit's gone way too far All this time I've been waiting For what's inside awaking I'm not, I'm not a whore You've taken everything and Oh I cannot

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

Moving up like escalators Free bands, cash flow Bread so long, 'bouta buy the whole mall I can't see the floor, stacking money, fuck a hater Cash maniac You see my future, but you cannot have it I see my Future, but I'm not B-Rabbit Getting so throwed

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

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are

You my first love, I still fuck with you Looking at your picture, you should come through I don't even want nobody with me in the coupe Look at all this shit that we done been through Burn too many bridges, but I ain't burning you I hope you do good and

Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money You want to sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my