Just Kiddin by T-Drank Lyrics
Sorry to be so cynical
But see, I'm at the pinnacle
Of most my peers
All these years
Been drinking your
Band-brand name beers
Got wasted, couldn't acquire a taste for it
Let's face it
This ain't about tasting shit
It's about your music
Fuck that shit
You - dirt- douche bag
Fag, tag teamed
You still get reamed
Bitch lyrics
Dick spirited
Giving sluts wet dreams
'Cause you're on a magazine
Check it - kinda stink
Yep, you're kinda smart
So metaphorically
I guess you're just a brain fart
But we all know stink if fun
For these slappy-happy retards
Oh my garwd (oh my god)
Give me that fucking applause
Spit it out before I chew it
Can't even wash it down
You have ruined it
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out before I chew it
Can't even wash it down
You have ruined it
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
To all the street racers
I am the beat maker
To all the satanists
I am a pacifist
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, ah-ah I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Shut the fuck up
Get down
Pussies like
Sterilize your stereo
From that mainstream crap
From squashed rock, no bass
To that boom-boom-clap
Mr. Standard Radio
Please do have a heart-attack
When I come up in the race
And throw your pom-poms back
I said take the infection from your speakers
Like isopropyl through tweeters
Just take the infection from your speakers
Like isopropyl through tweeters
Copycat
What's up with that
New music sucks
Its just dumb luck
Gutter vocals
Shitty lyrics
Did you really have high spirits
Chorus drops like Mary Poppins
Sing along, every be-do-bop-bop-boppin'
The sugar with the medicine
Sells 'cause it's what's hoppin
And a spoon full of dreams
To those left working
Knowing they could chop
Better than Janis Joplin
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, ah-ah I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Shut the fuck up
Get down
Pussies like
But see, I'm at the pinnacle
Of most my peers
All these years
Been drinking your
Band-brand name beers
Got wasted, couldn't acquire a taste for it
Let's face it
This ain't about tasting shit
It's about your music
Fuck that shit
You - dirt- douche bag
Fag, tag teamed
You still get reamed
Bitch lyrics
Dick spirited
Giving sluts wet dreams
'Cause you're on a magazine
Check it - kinda stink
Yep, you're kinda smart
So metaphorically
I guess you're just a brain fart
But we all know stink if fun
For these slappy-happy retards
Oh my garwd (oh my god)
Give me that fucking applause
Spit it out before I chew it
Can't even wash it down
You have ruined it
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out before I chew it
Can't even wash it down
You have ruined it
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
To all the street racers
I am the beat maker
To all the satanists
I am a pacifist
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, ah-ah I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Shut the fuck up
Get down
Pussies like
Sterilize your stereo
From that mainstream crap
From squashed rock, no bass
To that boom-boom-clap
Mr. Standard Radio
Please do have a heart-attack
When I come up in the race
And throw your pom-poms back
I said take the infection from your speakers
Like isopropyl through tweeters
Just take the infection from your speakers
Like isopropyl through tweeters
Copycat
What's up with that
New music sucks
Its just dumb luck
Gutter vocals
Shitty lyrics
Did you really have high spirits
Chorus drops like Mary Poppins
Sing along, every be-do-bop-bop-boppin'
The sugar with the medicine
Sells 'cause it's what's hoppin
And a spoon full of dreams
To those left working
Knowing they could chop
Better than Janis Joplin
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, ah-ah I'm just kiddin' now
Ah, I'm just kiddin' now
Shut the fuck up
Get down
Pussies like