Reel Life Productions - f** Da World lyrics

[INTRO: TNT] Yeah I got some sh** on my mind Some sh** that I been wanting to say Some sh** that I got to say [Hook] f** the world It's like f** the world f** the world I said f** the world f** the world You know f** the world f** the world I said f** the world f** the world You know f** the world f** the world I said f** the world f** the world It's like f** the world f** the world [VERSE 1: TNT] f** the planet I'm on I wish I was never born But I was torn to be warned So now I mourn My thoughts are paralyzed I see terror signs I recognize my mind that I metamorphosize I hate this planet and the people that live on it I sold my soul in vain I feel no pain because I want it And I'm torn between life and d**h And d**h and life My blood drips from the blade of a butcher knife I have thoughts of hate and mental anguish I hate you I hate me too I can't go back to the womb, so I resume the temple of doom They want to put me in a rubber room My mama told me there'd be days like this I be feeling homicidal Suicidal Suicidalist I capped his back His peel his cap backwards I'm not religious But more than just a sacrilegious You better ask some bod About the n***a that's odd And f** you and your God And your world [Hook] [VERSE 2: TNT] I'm fixing to bust So call me a Mossberg The sky is falling like dominoes and Donald Byrd f** the world I'm not your regular human being You'll never testify A witness the murder scene Mercy me Lord have mercy for weak minds Must I reach for my nine Once I'm speaking my mind They trip Angel dust make me bust shots Three little pigs Blind mice Why I hate cops Headache Migraine Bring the pain on What's my maggot brain on Some insane song So you sing along Murder's my national anthem Aryan Nation hunting for a Black Panther But k**ers don't talk They walk the flatlines And you should know that I'm out my mind So f** the world [Hook] [VERSE 3: TNT] f** the world I'm in it Never represented Anything But Reel Life Products That's why many sing The Blues Bad news Bad times Bad rhymes Bad lines Bad thoughts Bad sh** on my mad mind Some people say that the world will never end I got a secret "Say hello to my little friend" Push the bu*ton I panic from manic depression And with my Smith & Wesson I'll teach you all a lesson I'm sick of thinking My mind's blinking paranoid Once I counteract it Bullets get interacted Chain reaction Can't get no satisfaction The world is falling apart like Michael Jackson So f** them [Hook]