DEATHCAMP

Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights

I don't really like all these cameras, man

And this shit just don't feel right

And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir

But fuck you mean I can't wear my hat in here?

And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga

I hope you little niggas is listening

Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant

The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision

And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition

So special the teacher asked if I was autistic

And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes

So if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen

But keep your ego here so I can butt fuck your opinion

But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions

Leader of the new school

And you will never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs

I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended

In Search of, did more for me than Illmatic

That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric

I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours

Man I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic

La-di-da-di, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers

When it's a lot at stake carne asada let's be honest, I'm really morphing

Named the album Cherry Bomb because Greatest Hits sounded boring

I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must

I don't have any armpits

She wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shit

I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"

And who I are isn't really important

My heart is as dark as a window with car tint

So hop in with your friends, yellin' out "unpark it"

And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick

It's young T

I don't like to follow the rules

And that's just who I am

I hope you understand

And I don't really think y'all cool

So give yourself a hand

No, no, give yourself a hand

Better pose for that camera