Paul Scotti - f** You lyrics

Verse 1 A middle finger to the critics, all of you cynics All of you pricks with your nose in my business I raise a finger to the skies wave it out side to side I'm like a man out his damn mind The way I flip it you'd think its a gang sign f** everybody on earth, I swear to god if you met me You'd think I was deformed since the birth... My fingers locked in this position, f** opposition I've got some issues... I ain't got a pot to piss in This one right here's for the system; the government, the police... Anybody who don't listen... f** em all it won't cease You're best to keep your distance Unless you want a finger thrown up right towards your misses Maybe go up in her? My mind is kind of messed up... you might have guessed that? Even when I'm arrested, the fingers up protesting f** the world is what I'm stressing, until I meet my ending Here's the simple message that I'm sending... Verse 2 I wave the finger proudly, to all of those who doubt me I couldn't really give a f** how you feel about me... So anybody causing problems in my life Is gonna catch a sight near the index on the right I never hesitate to throw it up, any s*ut who won't f** Throw it once, walk off while their going nuts All you c*nts can s** a dick, I couldn't give a f** I never have and never will do... but throw the middle up I will do... Trust me, this goes out to all of those who bug me I've got ten fingers but I'm only using one here... Maybe two? All depends on who the f** I'm raising to, believe me... I'll stick one right up in your f**ing face if due! f** peace, crack a window, turn it up and blaze this tune... Hang out your window, raise your two towards your neighbours too I've never known in which direction I'm going... To f** the world my erections been growing So f** the whole globe and...