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fv - twenty two lyrics

[intro]
a big part of the problem we face today is that our children have been taught in schools that every idea is right (…) and what do we call that? they call it multiculturalism. and it has paralyzed too many of our fellow citizens to make the critical judgement we need to make to prosper as a society

[verse 1: fv]
i’m genocidal on this 22, i’m rwanda
i’m a dude both hutus and tutsis are not fond of
lazy for days, work nights, mary jane fonda
you’re in a line-up doing lines, while i do conga
you want beef, burger, flipper get devoured like food
i’m a r-t-rded evil g*nius using powers for good
a sip of brew when i wake up, then a xanax at noon
i’m on some drizzy-drake sh-t, singing out of the blue
means i’m singing in the rain
so, godd-mn it, sam play it, frank sing it again
when i was seventeen i used to pour my seed down the drain
creating sewage monsters. sorry dufresne (my bad)
you’ll never make it through the dammit c-n-l
see, i’m a f-cking heisenberg and you brats a hal
your style is foul and a tad b-n-l
i’m a walking mystery like i’m femme fatal
the good and evil in me cancel out
a rough gentleman i c-m into damsel’s mouth
i’m dangerous like sitting down inchris hansen’s house
the new thing on the radio, i’m throwing lazlow out
checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt
i gotta finish, cause it’s twenty two, i’m checking out

not a terrorist…(get out, get out, get out)

[verse 2]
gotta go back, man, f-ck a convention
i vomit with all the stuff you suckers mention
yeah, yeah typical message, not enough attention
every rapper thinks he’s biggie, slim l, hova and then some
throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights
’cause i don’t like your god’s work. go to h-ll with pride
don’t understand me, not the mensa type
your gun’s heavy, well, my pen is light. end of fight

[outro]
yep, why, wow, c’mon, just…, this is, this is, well, (go home, go home!)
this is the worst crowd that i’ve ever… i’m not gonna…(go home, traitor! traitor! go home)
i can’t go home, i’ve been paid by the club to… (go home, go home, terrorist!, go home you terrorist!)
i’m not the terrorist! how the f-ck am i a terrorist, tho?!(go home, home)
oh, you kiss that r-t-rded -ss with that mouth?
jeez… (go home!)

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