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body count - pop bubble (feat. jamey jasta) lyrics

i’m fed up with this sh-t, man
i’m gonna say it
ain’t n0body gonna say it, i’m gonna say it
motherf-ck this sh-t, you’re all wh0r-s
music ain’t sayin’ sh-t no more
read my lips, read my lips you ain’t talkin’ bout sh-t
america’s losing they cribs
why you braggin’ bout the sh-t you did?
all the sh-t that you buy, most of it lies
yeah i know and you know i know
the government’s tapping the net
why you rappin’ bout your car and check?
i miss p.e., i miss group’s like rage
this pop sh-t’s making me physically sick
obama did 8 years ‘cuz
why you singing bout bottles and clubs?
this sh-t don’t make no sense
most of your fans can’t pay their rent
you’ve been sold a fantasy
you’re livin’ in a bubble full of bullsh-t
a pop bubble full of bullsh-t
you’ve been sold a fantasy
you’re livin’ in a bubble full of bullsh-t
a pop bubble full of bullsh-t
you’re livin’ in a bubble
[jamey jasta]
you’ve been sold a fantasy
little do you know the price we pay
the sick are regarded children starve
our veterans come out to the real war
they’re penitent on borrowed time
the beggars steal, the media lies
now you’ve been bought and f-ckin’ sold
feel steel like a temple, body count
music is coming a long way
guys have gone from fight the power
to what does kim kardashian have on today
the f-ck’s the matter with you?
this pop sh-t’s driving me f-cking crazy
and i’m not talking about the people that started out being popstars
i’m talking about so-called ‘hardcore’ motherf-ckers
that’ll do anything to get on the radio
eat a d-ck
body count, motherf-cker
i can’t fake it
this sh-t’s whack
i say this to your face, this ain’t behind your back
you corny motherf-ckers, can’t look me in the eyes
cause most of you fake and you’re living a lie
you’re living in a lie
the cops are still twisted
the laws are still f-cked
the rich are still greedy
government’s still corrupt
you’re living in a f-cking lie
the news is all gossip
people have no hope
so what, you’re making cash?
your soul is still broke
you’ve been sold a fantasy
you’re living in a bubble full of bullsh-t
a pop bubble full of bullsh-t
you’ve been sold a fantasy
you’re living in a bubble full of bullsh-t
a pop bubble full of bullsh-t
you’re living in a bubble
b-tch motherf-ckers, don’t want no fight
ya mothef-ckin’ pants too tight
you’ll be in for a few
and then you’re through
cause pop ain’t got no love
so what?
your sh-t’s in the club
you want me to say some names?
i’m too seasoned in this game
that only give em pop fame
f-ck bloggers, f-ck bullsh-t hype
ice is the only one tonight
check my history, ain’t sh-t changed
still og, and i’m still insane
turn that f-cking radio off

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