Seven - F.T.S. lyrics

[Verse 1: Monoxide] f** you! Well I'm screaming, "f** you!" Middle finger in the air And all I want to hear is you Screaming, "f** you too!" I'm out of the stratosphere And a brand newt loon, new atmosphere I wanna blow a chute till the cap is clear Cause I never thought I would've made it out of here alive From the land where the people put the eve in evil, the night ride You'll never see an equal to my kind So blind to anything, the line to life and mine is right now Looking for another mind to fight foul Bringing everything that you can bring down to the ground Like a hundred and fifty pounds of C-4 Looking for keyboard thugs Well I'mma need more slug Cause I wanna see more blood You ain't never seen gore like us They don't want to make 'em anymore like us Put 'em on tour with the paint on Hoping that anybody'll know your little lame song f** right, I'mma stay wrong Blackout with a ray gun Looking for anybody in make up Motherf**ers, we need you to wake up [Hook: Monoxide] When you realize There's nothing really you can say That's ever gonna change my mind I'm on some f** that sh** today Just say f** it, I don't care Middle fingers in the air Only k**ers up in here, only k**ers up in here Just say f** it, I don't care Middle fingers in the air Only k**ers up in here, only k**ers up in here [Verse 2: Jamie Madrox] f** this! I said, "f** this sh**!" I was born a son of a b**h And always talked a whole gang of sh** Even though that I win the worst spit Now tether the game up faster Whole world revel in the wake of my dad's disaster Had to talk to a pastor Told me sit down, handle my sh** And tried to figure out what the f**'s really the matter Hating animosity, only the guy wicked It's the last, the victim, from your offer to the premises I never know peace cause the nemesis there 'Fore I cover up all the scars and all my blemishes Needing that x, another interest Nothing form and I manage to myself with a run-on sentence And I hang out of shape, put my bat head down Got my eyes closed, watch as I swing for the fences Home run, even a base hit'll get the job done Me and my brother both 2nd 2no 1 We the ones who come for your young In the depths, and at midnight, to free them from (bullsh**!) That they call the world, that's right Hold tight till your reality swirls And it curls to the audio medicine There's never been a better prescription Than the one that your listening f** you! {x7} [Hook] {x2} f** you!