Oh, f#ck this deadline, rules and regulations and
f#ck all this smartphone, machines, and
f#ck this company fiction, gas car, fame, and Indriver, and
f#ck Pinger with the rhyme, filthy breath, and
f#ck this chick, Corona, my neck with stupid bead at every inch
f#ck it all m#th*rf#ck*r
I′m going straight to the hot-spot, yap
(Hot-spot)
And f#ck all these brown envelopes that slide underneath my door, and I
f#ck this g#dd#mn things in my head, and I
f#ck that guy at the gym who won’t stop looking at me when I piss
(Hot-spot)
(What the f#ck are you talking about?)
And f#ck the kids on the side walk that laugh at me when I fall over, and I
f#ck that old lady that give me that f#cking stinker, amen
f#ck that little stupid dog with the furry color, amen
f#ck it all m#th*rf#ck*r
I′m going straight to the hot-spot, whoa
Just calm down, settle down
It’s okay, do your thing
It’s okay, we all be married
Do your thing man, it′s okay
Bend the rule Bob, break ′em all
Just do your thing man, have the ball, ha-ha-ha-ah
Ah, ouch, more
One more f#cking time, ooh
I am the manager, that’s right
Today is my day
So, why don′t you pick up your change
Walk out that door
Shut the door at your #ss
Okay
How about you f#ck your own uncle
With your mother’s dick?
You ride and sing that you, mm
How about you roll down that hill real fast?
How about you, oh, jumping on that big ol′ slum sharp?
Three things insult my #ss, okay
Let’s go, hold me up for it Joe, wooh
(Hot-spot)
(Hot-spot)
(Hot-spot)
My back
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