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isolated beingz - p.s.k. lyrics

[intro]
hi, i’m tim webster. we’re outside the vmas on the red carpet. we are here now with++ oh, my god! he’s got a gun!
everybody freeze! don’t even breathe! isolated beingz, b+tch! what the f+ck? you wasn’t invited? let me see! let me see the numbers b+tch!
don’t you f+ckin’ move, seacrest
my god!

[chorus: ruthless rob]
pop pop! f+ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f+ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f+ck these f+ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f+ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh+t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f+ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh+t

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
i’m a pop star k!ller, f+ck what you say
f+ck the radio and your whack dj
britney spears gave me a vj
then i scalped the b+tch, she said crime does pay
sent her on her way, then i moved to the next one
f+ck the mainstream, i got ’em in check son
peep the resurrection, swallow my erection
wicked sh+t representin’, break your neck son
get ’em done with a one two three
f+ck the industry and the fake ass g’s
actin’ like you hard with a small ass t
i’ll break your f+ckin’ jaw if you f+cks with me
i’ll k!ll your grandma with a broke cd
you wanna smoke my weed and act like you down?
please, b+tch freeze and run that sh+t
i seen them platinum plaques, b+tch, i want that sh+t (heh)
[chorus: 2+face & ruthless rob]
pop pop! f+ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f+ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f+ck these f+ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f+ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh+t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f+ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh+t

[verse 2: 2+face]
still run around the vmas with a hand grenade
and a seven+inch blade, stabbin’ stars in the face
i saw avril and choked that sl+t with her tie
her eyes rolled back in her head as she died
sneakin’ in the back, i see two fine+ass racks
mackin’ on lindsay lohan and brooke hogan
i left them b+tches swimmin’ in a blood+filled ocean
then i took a hit of what they been smokin’
now i’m on pcp and i don’t give a sh+t
threw the grenade at the bad good charlotte
straight lunatic, i stabbed the fall out boys
yellin’ “where my zombiez at? bring on the noise!”
i took off my ass and shook timberlake’s hand
i broke all the awards and i p+ssed all the fans
took off my pants and i did the murder boogie
then i stuck my fist up ashlee simpson’s cookie
[chorus: 2+face & ruthless rob]
pop pop! f+ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f+ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f+ck these f+ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f+ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh+t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f+ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh+t

[verse 3: ruthless rob & 2+face]
pop star b+tch, i’ma pop that ass
take your f+ckin’ life when i drop that ass
and straight cop some grass and smoke a blunt to your death
it’s a celebration with a hole in your chest
i k!lled a whole nation, leave it a mess
it’s wicked sh+t for life, it ain’t goin’ to rest
you b+tches know we the best, we f+ckin’ sell out, f+g
i kick the wicked sh+t and leave you in a body bag (facts!)
take your top ten and shove it up your ass, f+g
you don’t write lyrics so why you trynna brag?
you get toe tagged or left on a hook (woohoo!)
it’s pop star k!ller and i’m playin’ the crook
yo i wrote the book how to murder these pop stars
dance like a girl so why you tryna act hard?
drivin’ in a fast car, yo, it makes me sick
you suck your manager’s d+ck just to get an album hit
[chorus: 2+face & ruthless rob]
pop pop! f+ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f+ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f+ck these f+ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f+ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh+t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f+ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh+t
pop pop! f+ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f+ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f+ck these f+ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f+ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh+t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f+ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh+t

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