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yung-rare - smoke feds not fent! lyrics

[intro]
for those of you asking
“is my gun legal”
(where you looking?)
f+ck no, my gun ain’t legal boy, the f+ck?
do i look like a law abiding citizen to you n+gga?
(uh!)

[verse 1]
burn it down!
51/50!
turn+turn it up!
if you feelin’ like an assh0l+! (yeah, yeah!)
one more rule, and i+
one more law, and i+
one more case, and i+
one more day, that i+

i am methuselah
born again hard!
politicians f+ckin’ b+tches
we gon’ rip ‘em apart!

[chorus]
wake up in the+ (sh+t!)
all we care about is+ (sh+t!)
and the government is+ (sh+t!)
so the media is+ (sh+t!)
all they feeding us is+ (sh+t!)
we be breathing in they+ (sh+t!)
i’m so sick of f+cking+ (sh+t!)
i’m so sick of f+cking!
[verse 2]
i think i need a gun for this next part!
i think i need a+
rpg, hard to k!ll!
r.o.e = “shoot to thrill” again
blues inside of my m16
screws inside of my i.e.d
(whoa!)
walk ‘round pipe on me
f+e+d gon’ d+i+e
right now!

find a cop!
flag him down!
steal his car and drag him out!
choke his ass, and throw him round!
b+tch look who resisting now!

yes, sir!
nice to meet ya
.45 acp delete ya!
magazine finna go right to eat ya!
n+ggas and hoes gon’ fight to beat ya lights out!
d+mn, song ain’t finished
something ain’t right
wait a d+mn minute!
[chorus]
wake up in the+ (sh+t!)
all we care about is+ (sh+t!)
and the government is+ (sh+t!)
so the media is+ (sh+t!)
all they feeding us is+ (sh+t!)
we be breathing in they+ (sh+t!)
i’m so sick of f+cking+ (sh+t!)
(i think i’m gonna+)
“crash.”
and we will never die, ‘for we liable to+
“crash.”
better write yo’ f+ckin’ will, get some steel, ‘for the+ “crash.”
they, gon’
do+you+bad!
they wanna
do+you+bad!
take that f+ckin’ check away, yo résumé
what do you have?

[bridge]
i live in a low+income housing environment that goes by the government name of “section 8”
i would like to warn you
i am a very dangerous person

“then why are you drinking tap water
you f+cking calcified r+t+rd?”
[verse 3]
son of sam!
one of us
inside the pit i f+ckin’ resurrect
lazarus!
this is the part we f+ckin’
get high! disconnect from us
suppress, oppress the best of us
get rich and burn the rest of us
our life will be the death of us!

huh, yeah!
word to my brother
gun+down underground
trust no other!

huh, yeah!
word to my b+tches
.50 cal get ‘em down
dig no ditches!

5 + 4 + 3 + 2

[chorus]
wake up in the+ (sh+t!)
all we care about is+ (sh+t!)
and the government is+ (sh+t!)
so the media is+ (sh+t!)
all they feeding us is+ (sh+t!)
we be breathing in they+ (sh+t!)
i’m so sick of f+cking+ (sh+t!)
all we care about is+ (sh+t!)
and the government is+ (sh+t!)
so the media is+ (sh+t!)
all they feeding us is+ (sh+t!)
we be breathing in they+ (sh+t!)
i’m so sick of f+cking+ (sh+t!)
(yeahhhhh!)
i’m so sick of f+cking!

[outro]
me and a group of my allies posses unregistered firearms
stolen vehicles, mind+altering inhibitors
and i regularly disobey the law

- yung rare lyrics

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