"It's A Crime" © written by: Robert Rohrer & Josh Morningstar General Population ™

(Verse 1 Sin-7) I seem to find escape in razor blades, a way to take the pain, it makes me hate the way i've been~ I don't mean to be so but there seems to be no way to make this end~ If I could find a way to change myself then maybe I won't hate myself and help is hell, oh well I can tell it's what I dealt myself~ So, does anybody really need me, would they wanna be me, would they wanna see would they realize, what am I doing for you to beat me~ Believe me, deceive me, cause sooner or later you'll need me, but leave me be when you see me, sometimes things ain't really~ What they seem to be and this is all a dream to me, I'll fade away, escape the day and find my place with my razor blades~

(Chorus Cast & Sin 7 overlapping) (C) It's a crime that I never had nothing~ (S) I, don't know what I can do~ (C) It's a crime that i'm gong insane~ (S) I, can't take the plain abuse~ (C) It's a crime that it can't be stopped, it won't stop, I won't drop it's all a big game~ (S) But in the end my thoughts collide. I hate to live, but I don't wanna die~ (C) It's a crime that i'm going in circles~ (S) I, don't know what I can do~ (C) It's a crime, I can't take it no more~ (S) I, can't take the plain abuse~ (C) It's a crime, Now just where do I sit? Staring at this life I live just to see what I get~ (S) But in the end my thoughts collide. I hate to live, but I don't wanna die~

(Verse 2 Cast) I'm feeling it, dealing with this frustration pent up, It's like World War Eleven, and i'm caught up in the center~ Everyday's more drama the soap operas, A backlash like bats smashed my head and I caught the whole roster~ I'm fed up, the pressure building won't let up, I've got the world on my shoulders and it's hard to keep my head up~ When you're headed down, caught up in a web and bound in a world that doesn't care if i'm left to drown and i'm never found~ Somebody tell me, "Where is my home", trapped in my thoughts, in the lost where I roam~ I'm only but a man flesh and bone, Alone in a zone where there's no helping hands but my own~ It's a crime that my world keeps spinning, It's a crime that I look at it grinning~ It's a crime, Now just where do I sit? Staring at this life I live just to see what I get

(Chorus) (Breakdown Cast and Sin-7) (S) I can't take it (C) Where did I go wrong, Where did I go wrong, (S) I can't take it (C) Where did I go wrong, Where did I go wrong, (S) I can't take it (C) Where did I go wrong, Where did I go wrong, (S) I can't take it (C) Where did I go wrong, somebody out there tell me what is going on (Chorus X2) (Ending song Sin-7) I seem to find escape in razor blades, a way to take the pain, it makes me hate the way i've been~ I don't mean to be so but there seems to be no way to make this end~ If I could find a way to change myself then maybe I won't hate myself and help is hell, oh well I can tell it's what I dealt myself~

"You're Gonna Feel Me" © General Population™ written by: R. Rohrer & J. Morningstar

(Verse 1 Cast & Sin-7) (C) It's the Cast of Four and Sin-7~ and since you asked for war, it's Armageddon~ Start the countdown at eleven the pre-destined nuclear weapons are setting~ but at least you'll have n extra second~

(S) Sin-7 and the Cast of Four, born to bastard whores~ who got fucked and asked for more~ You wanna spray gats, well Cast, i'm the last to poor~ i'm tired of emcees who keep thinking that rap's a chore~ (C) Someone must've unleashed Satan~ cause i'm leaving the population dehydrated like raisins~ I melt wax, i'm known for record breaking~ and if you don't like what i'm saying change your fucking station~ (S) Hip-Hop should come naturally and if you're asking me~ who else you know but Bone spit fast as me~I'm hated, degraded, debated and placed in a maze with a face who's replacing J-God all my days till I lay in a grave with a plate on my face and I'm patiently waiting to rot and decay~ (C) Is my cock in the way for you to jock on my name~ like I was god on the way to stopping this game~ I do this shit for the love, not for the fame~ it's all that I have, what else I got to my name? (S) If you got it i'll take it, i'm high and i'm faded, you dying to play it~ so why do you fake it and try to degrade it~ My mind is amazing, you're blind as a radio station~ who gets paid to play fake bass and says "fuck caucasians"~ (C) Ayo, shut up white boy, (S) Yo fuck you cracker~ Hip-Hop is a black thing, (C) you better call for back up~ I'm the first to draw and the last to fall~ cause their staff is short to the Cast of Four~ I leave welts on their melons the size of basketballs~ I never lose, I must be invincible after all~

(Chorus) No matter who tries, who's badder then I~ it doesn't matter you can laugh or you cry~ But after this rhyme, you're gonna feel me~ Cause we be rockin this shit You're gonna feel me and we be shockin with hits No matter who tries, who's badder then I~ it doesn't matter you can laugh or you cry~ But after this rhyme, you're gonna feel me~ and you be mockin our shit You're gonna feel me and you be jockin our dicks

(Verse 2 Cast) Last nights bout, the main event for this evening a mic joust~ the first ten seconds, you were down for the nine count~ You tried to return but was cut and burned like White Owls~ flipped your verse till it twisted and turned inside out~ I took away your manhood like bastards~ now you're feminine, you've pumped my adrenaline to write faster~ I'm not Eminem, just a white rapper~ It shouldn't matter, all you need to know's I've got the mic mastered~ Standing pinnacle position, cause I don't need political permission~ to leave emcees in critical condition~ On the mic I go from mammal to cannibal to animal~ and leave the stage with emcees blood on my tooth enamel~ Fourcast, coming on a warpath~ all this here's coming from poor trash~ Two emcees we need total concentration~ for setting up our plot, for global domination~ (Chorus)

(Verse 3 Sin-7) You's a bitch ass rapper who'd rather pretend to be badder~than actually practice your raps you relax and get sadder~the matter at hand will splatter the ladder you're at~and no matter the chances you get, you're a bitch a rapping actor~the Hatter will shatter your bladder and that hurts more than you can imagine~imagine a vaginal rash mixed in with crabs~and in battle you're rattled, scared, shaking at the knees~afraid you start to plead,"Please,take him instead of me"~I'm like a, deadly disease who's ready to bleed~emptying me in as many as possible hospital IV"s~a volatile molecule breeds off of rocket fuel and grease~rocking you, stopping you, "BUCK, BUCK, BUCK" leave you deceased, please~ I never needed weed and hennessy to breed~so many nights spent ripping for pennies on any fucking street~I'll fucking beat an MC for their fucking green and fucking weed~so fuck it, I guess I'll have to be the best, unlucky me~ (Chorusx2)

"You Die" © General Population™ written by: J. Morningstar & R. Rohrer

(Verse 1 Sin-7) I thought the truth was what you said when you said it~ I thought the words you spoke were real and you meant it~ But then it occurred to me that you were lying~ now there won't be no denying and you'll never catch me crying~ The feelings that I feel cannot be kept inside~ You lied, you tried to hide, knew i'd be hurt so now bitch you die~ Who cry's alone, do I~ confide but no one knew why~ In my eyes I find my mind likes thoughts where you die~

(Chorus) (C) You die (S) You lied, you tried to hide, so now you die (C) You die (S) You hide, you find, knew i'd be left with nothing, you die (C) You die (S) Who crys alone, do I, confide but no one knew why~ (C) You die (S) In my eyes I find my mind likes thoughts where you die (C) You die

(Verse 2 Cast) Where's the love and the feelings?~ Concealed in a box of knots and bolt locks, a thousand volt shocks~ Your hearts as hard, your souls cold as old rocks~ you walked inside of my heart and blew up the whole spot~ You had me sprung, you had me pressing~ just two together as one, then had me stressing~ Had me question which direction i'm headed, I QUIT~ and you'll be riding down your block pumping my shit~ You're meaningless, the meanness between us~ has seen its last days with me, I mean it~ Biggest conceded bitch I never needed~ if you had a feeling, Slut, go ahead and keep it~ Cause everything you ever spoke were lies~ I just want to watch you choke and cry~ This should come to you as no surprise~ Cause if you don't know it bitch, I hope you die~

(Chorus X2) (Breakdown Sin-7) The feelings that I feel cannot be kept inside~ You lied, you tried to hide, knew i'd be hurt so now bitch you die~ Who cry's alone, do I~ confide but no one knew why~ In my eyes I find my mind likes thoughts where you die~ (Chorus X2)

"Get Out Of My Face"© General Population™ written by: R. Rohrer & J. Morningstar

(Verse 1 Sin-7) You're out of chances too many cheap romances Got me pissed now in a fit of rage is where I'm lampin I'm backed into the corner of a round room relaxin Sitting looking pissed and wondering what happened Enemies offending me till I start defending me embedding me and bury me I'm sick without remedy Ready to place a fist and smack out your taste So back the fuck up and get out of my face

(Break-Cast & Sin-7) You better get the fuck back~ before you get the fuck slapped~ and your fucking skull cracked~

(Verse 2-Cast) Everyday is the same, the game is the same, i'm playing for pain~ living, spinning my brain to maintain~ Burning with the heat of ten suns praying for rain~ feeling like a bum cause i'm begging for change~ It's so repetitive's embedded in my head it is competitive~ to let it give or down a thousand pounds of sedatives~ I can't tolerate it, I can't take it~ so get your fucking ass out of my face before I break it~

(Break-Cast &Sin-7) You better get the fuck back~ or you'll get the fuck slapped~ and your fucking skull cracked~

(Chorus-Cast & Sin-7) (C) When your life's one big mess, it's too much stress, getting hard knock pressed~ (S) Get out of my face~ (C) The world's getting on your nerves, you go berserk, it's getting absurd~ (S) Get out of my face~ (C) When your mind is racing, you just can't take it, all you want to do is escape it~ (S) Get out of my face~ (C) It never stops to rest, if you wanna keep your last breath, you'll do what's best and~ (S) Get out of my face..............................

(Verse 3-Cast & Sin-7) (C) I never gets no respect~ (S) Never knew what to expect~ (C) I'm in a constant wreck~ (S) left with stress, mess and neglect~ (C) But you're not keeping me down~ (S) I guess there's nothing left~ (C) But your bodies being found~ (S) in a chest with broken necks~ So fuck you, the next step is death~ the hole I dug you can't be found east or west~ (C) And fuck you, for your pressure, cleats, and stress~ I touch you, so prepare to meet your death~

(Break-Cast & Sin-7) You better get the fuck back~ or you'll get the fuck slapped~ and your fucking skull cracked...............

(Guitar Break)

(Breakdown Sin-7 & Cast) (S) You can back the fuck up (C) or get smacked the fuck up (S) You'll get slapped the fuck up (C) so just back the fuck up (S) You can back the fuck up (C) or get smacked the fuck up~ (S) You'll get slapped the fuck up (C) So just back the fuck up (S) Back the fuck up, get the fuck off (8X) (C) Back the fuck up (8x)

(Chorus X2)

"Drop The Mic"© General Population™ written by: J. Morningstar & R. Rohrer

(Verse 1 Sin-7) I stop to warn you, now your family's gonna mourn you~ scorn you and there ain't shit anyone can do for you~ My flows whored you directed and straight toward you~ and make you look like shit in the eyes of those who adored you~ Each rhyme is like a three pointer, you can barely score two~ or do shit that'll keep you from being worm food~ Cause i'll squeeze you into places no one can see you~ with dirt above, to the sides and underneath you~ A box that keeps you fresh but only for a minute~ until the worms, maggots, and bugs start creeping in it~ Emcees are finished whenever I grab this mic~ and start lighting up every man, woman, and child in sight~ My rhymes take flight just like my last name was Wright~ and you last rights will be performed while I enjoy a cat fight~ Between the same two bitches that gave me ass last night~ smack her backside with the same hand I use to grab mics~ Turn on a blacklight, light a black and just lay back~ and wonder what the fuck it was to make me say that~ Emceeing is a life-long battle so bitch stay strapped~ the way rap's going I won't know what it's like to place last~ My flows hit you like blows to the dome without a face mask~ erase that, my words knock the green off of an Oakland A's hat~ Program my masterpiece over twenty-four tracks of ADAT~and hear the playback in the same place that Mase prays at~ (Chorus Sin-7 & Cast) I can't take these emcees hating, they're just wasting my time~ so keep your distance i an instant or you're gonna be left behind~ Lace my beats with hardness, now you're bound to feel my rhymes~ I will shine regardless cause this whole damn world is mine~

(Verse 2 Cast) Observe the preferred firm confirmed to burn earth~ my word is Bond so I leave the industry shaken, not stirred~ I'll eat you people for praying to a steeple~ cause the evil's enough to shrink the devils ego~ The essence of my presence will destroy all humanity~ some call it insanity others just call it vanity~ Abilities are visibly beyond the next century~ my zodiac's aligned so that even Zeus repents to me~ I'm second to none, so keep your weapons and guns~ i'll do a three-sixty and split open your chest with a punch~ Steal the breath from your lungs, you get left in a trunk~ Snap back your neck like a Zippo~ break it like a wishbone, Apocalypse Zone~ There's so many mines in my mind my rhymes gotta tip toe~ release a crease in the earth so deep you'll call abyss home~ I'm the final plague, I bring tidal waves bigger then the bible say~ simultaneously line your grave with live grenades~ And feel my explosive force~ as I arrive as a surprise disguised as a Trojan Horse~ Rappin actors ain't a factor on stage I attack em, leave cadavers and the buildings raptors shattered from laughter~ It's tangible, i'm Hannibal, a handful of animals~ feel me? throw your hands up like bulimic cannibals~

(Chorus X2)

(Guitar break)

(Cast) Drop the mic you're not the type that can dodge the lightning rods that strike your body like boxing fights~ (Sin-7) Drop the mic you're not the type that can dodge the lightning rods that strike your body like boxing fights~

(Chorus X2)

"Bring it On"© General Population™ written by: R. Rohrer

(Verse 1 Cast) Who brings the hard shit? Two bars and cars flip~ Who brings the darkest carnage offered on the market?~ Who sparks it? I'm being charged for arson~ raising flames to blaze every stage when I walk across it~ This is my world, get off it, matter of fact, release it~ the massive attack shatters the map to little pieces~ It's such sweetness when everything your clutch reaches~ squeezes out the air like they never breathed it (believe it)~ I'm next to rip em, (what?) your intestines~ out your digestive system to make a necklace with em~ And flex the emblem, try to scope out my next victims~ I look around, but there's no one left to pick from~ Call the troops, the Cast is Loose, matter of fact~ call Lucifer, the Buddahs, god, allah and Zeus~ I'm on a mission, and me ever giving up~ is like the nation switching religions with christians~

(Chorus Cast & Sin-7) Hit em with the hard shit, hit em with the raw shit~ Hit em with bizarre shit and make these rappers all quit~ Bring it on now, bring it on Hit em with the hard shit, hit em with the raw shit~ Hit em with bizarre shit and make these rappers all quit~ Bring it on now, mercy is for the weak, "Show no mercy"

(Verse 2 Cast) It's the raw shit department so carve it in your heart with~ a sharp stick, and feel it bleed acid when the scar splits~ I hold court and I ain't coming off the bench~ and if you're thinking otherwise you're like Common and lost your Sense~ Come off of it and give me my stadium round of applause for it~ cause my rhymes are so raw I found a pulse in it~ The result of it are little Incredible Hulks that rip~ out your skull to get the head and jaw to finish voodoo dolls with it~ "Lord Rhyme" of the Cast attacks~ waving a battle axe, "Relax it's just wax"~ Put your cardiac back, before a heart attack acts~ and you're trapped singing the blues like Everlast~ Rapping and having to ask, grab and collapse~ would be like me grabbing a mic an having to ask~ Catching me doing that would be the biggest laugh~ Since Puffy dropped Craig Mack and decided to rap~

(Chorus)

(Verse 3) It's the bizarre shit, if you got a daughter guard her from a~ hard dick, the armor on the bitch ought to be a~ Car thick, my balls itch, smell like garlic~ be as cold and blue as the Arctic~ I don't fuck fat bitches, only the largest~ she can be retarded, a dead carcass~ White trash, black waste, or red garbage~ we'll start a whole inbred harvest, and sell the kids on black markets~ Sick thoughts confined in a sick mind~ all I think is drugs, death, sex, and six-nines~ Meditate with the modern day leatherface~ they've got abortion clinics for thoughts I inseminate~

(Chorus X2)

"Why"© General Population™ written by: J. Morningstar & R. Rohrer

(Verse 1 Sin-7) Look at my life like I was watching a flick, dropping some shit's~ imported to me but they say I should be copping a brick~ And optimist is what they said I should be~ but pessimism is the present obsession that just seems to get the best of me~ Wrestling with some shit that I try to just keep inside~ confide in nobody, cause nobodies confided in I~ I don't let em see me cry just let em rest and wonder why~ I divide my time between my wife and my talent for rhyme and crime~ Plays a small part in my heart will I have a son or a daughter~ a martyr, good lord i'm off and i'm headed straight for the bottom~ Spent time in Brooklane for thoughts of suicide~ who knew that i'd be the newest to do this and blow your mind~ Kind of like I blew mine with weed, guns, and cocaine~ feel no shame cause I live by the motto no pain and no gain~ For all of that I kept my demons right there with me~ and contemplated and begged for the father to forgive me~

(Chorus-Sin-7, Cast, & OGB) How can I get by these thoughts that send me to die~ Why am I so empty, so empty inside~ Lifes' enigma wanders through my mind~ If there's a god then come and show me a sign~

(Verse 2 Cast) I watch life pass thru a wide screen, what does time mean~ what does twenty years do to define me~ There hasn't been a sign seen from divine beings~ my whole life, I guess they sold life to mind demons~ Cause i'm dreaming nightmares that might scare~ you enough, if I told you it would give you white hair~ I'm there everyday living this blasphemy~ sadly, dwell at the bottom of the well of tragedy~ A hundred times gravity is sucking me down~ what god is mad st me and keeps fucking around~ Where's your son now? I need more then a thought~ I need some real proof cause i'm bored of the talk~ Why in this destination am I born to this~ I must have crossed satan in a former drift~ I'm living in a world that stuck a sword in bliss~ the difference is more then money between poor and rich~

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 Cast & Sin-7) (C) I asked Sin what he thought about life as a whole~ is it me or do these snakes got ice in there soul~ They've got forked tongues and as much as they speak~ they've got blood in their cheeks and sore gums like cutting teeth~ (S) Ayo Cast, these snakes with there hate they won't last~ won't pass but crash in a plan that won't hatch~ The questions they won't ask make this microphone blast~ and plaster my plaques on my wall while i'm rapping on our own tracks~ (C) In a flash this whole thing all could end~ there's only fam, fuck the rest you call your friends~ I can't find out, I cry out but why shout?~ I only look within myself because the time's now~ (S) So now, how many rhymes and how many tries, and how many crimes~ and how many lies and how many nines and how many lines~ Will I take before I forfeit, so much shit that I can't afford it~ and now we stepping up and you can't ignore it~

(Chorus X2)

(Guitar Break)

(Chorus X2)

"You Fucked Up"© General Population™ written by: R. Rohrer & J. Morningstar

(Verse1 Sin-7 & Cast) (S) She said that she loved me, yes she told me that she cared. (C) Ya lies you spread (S) She said I was her only one, but who was playing my role when I wasn't there? (C) Who's in my bed? (S) I told her i'd be seeing her, I wanted to believe in her, not needing her i'm on my own (C) I've reached the edge (S) I'm leaving her beneath the dirt to be the person weeping hurt not breathing, cursed, and on my own (C) Now to me you're dead

(S) So now you're noticing exactly how I feel, would a real heart ache, does it break, does it make a person start cursing, burst into anger like an unfucked virgin~Urgent message, confessions, your presence, essence is less when your fessin, fresh in a mess of flesh, left a mess cause you left Sin~ (C) The question's if you really know all the rage I feel locked up concealed, it's best then, if you knew the whole deal what's real i'd be arrested~ I'm reckless, you fucking with me dumb bitch you've got a deathwish, my next hit's your name at the top, number one spot on my checklist, X it~

(Breakdown Sin-7 & Cast) (S) You fucking cunt, (C) You fucking trick, (S) You fucking slut, (C) You fucking bitch, (S) You fucking play, (C) Your fucking games, (S) I fucking loathe, (C) Your fucking name, (S) You fucking make, (C) Me fucking sick, (S) I fucking hate, (C) You fucking bitch, (S) You fucking spoke, (C) You fucking lied, (S) I fucking hope, (C) You fucking die

(Chorus) And now you're dead to me, now you're nothing but a memory~ You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, and now you're left beneath my thoughts abilities to process~ You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up, and I don't want to hear it now that i'm not around~

(Verse 2 Cast & Sin-7) (C) We met and we tested the steps (S) That's the way it goes (C) It's fresh and our heads, they connect (S) I glow (C) Success now I'm blessed and i'm pressed (S) You've got my heart exposed (C) The flesh and the sex and the sweat (S) Freakmode (C) Neglect done set in the stress (S) My head's about to blow (C) I rejected suspected guests (S) I know (C) You crept and you slept and you wrecked (S) Now you gotta go (C) So be expecting your death (S) Cause you ain't nothing but a ho

(Cast) It's the start as the heart hardens, her charm is arson, she's Carmen~ You're the type that got man kicked out the garden, the only way I wanna see your face is on a milk carton~ You deceived me, I believed you, you cheat me you're fucking right i'm a leave you~ I don't need you, I've seen through your lies and guise, conniving eyes, and now you're outta time~

(Sin-7) So now my baby girl tell me that she loves me, she loves me, she trust me, she must be lying because that dumb bitch she fucks me~She's the unlucky bitch who's just itchin to get me pissed, the dumb bitch might be hot but looks best sucking a dick~

(Breakdown Cast & Sin-7) (C) You fucking cunt, (S) You fucking trick, (C) You fucking slut, (S) You fucking bitch (C) You fucking play, (S) Your fucking games, (C) I fucking loathe, (S) Your fucking name. (C) You fucking make, (S) Me fucking sick (C) I fucking hate, (S) You fucking bitch, (C) You fucking spoke, (S) You fucking lied, (C) I fucking hope, (S) You fucking die.

(Chorus) She said that she loved me, yes she told me that she cared. She said I was her only one, but who was playing my role when I wasn't there? I told her i'd be seeing her, I wanted to believe in her, not needing her i'm on my own I'm leaving her beneath the dirt to be the person weeping hurt not breathing, cursed, and on my own

(Cast & Sin-7) You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, and now you're left beneath my thoughts ability to process You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, You Fucked Up, and I don't want to hear it now that i'm not around

"This is My World" written by: Josh Morningstar and Robert Rohrer

(Verse 1 Sin-7) S....I....N., Never said I was the best but......... YES...I....AM...A finger up fuckin the rest S....I....N....C'mon, who brings it S....I....N

So many haters and fakers,quick grip money takers--I'm gonna make it, so the industry wants to rape us--Since I hooked up with GP, everyone wants to be me--money out my pocket, bootleg copies of the CD--Since Zaxx Traxx fat sacks all I'm gonna see and that's that--Now all of those apologize who told me that I act black--And rap wack, spit shit all of that has quit quick--Because I rip shit and from your bitch get my dick licked--Who rips it, who's wicked, who kicks it--Sexy ass bitch we all know who hits it--It's Sin, lets begin, oh no, well here we go again--wanna be on my balls, here, let me put them on your chin--

(Chorus Cast & Sin-7) This Is My World....I'll take it back i'm the owner of the map......This Is My World.....I'll burn it up cause I couldn't give a fuck.....This Is My World....I don't need you, I see through you people, I need to get lethal and blow it all apart. This Is My World....Got tired of backstabbers and lies...This Is My World....It's all mine you get blinded by the shine....This Is My World.....It's getting older it's over.....Cause I don't need you in my life.....

(Verse 2 Cast) CAST..OF...FOUR., Fuck with the best, you just ASKED FOR WAR., Only progress too much CAST..OF...FOUR., Here in the flesh, give up CAST..OF...FOUR., That's the name

For years my peers would make fun of my chosen career~ they laughed when I told em I rapped and that I was sincere~ Hip-Hop was my life, all they had was advise~ "You shouldn't be rapping, look in the mirror, you're white"~ Put in stereotypes with the likes of Vanilla Ice~ was booed off the mic before my breath could leave my windpipe~ Fuck it, i'm too nice to listen, i'm too consistent when spitting~ to give in to criticism and quit it~ So my persistence and commitment to the resistance and hating~ my patience was thinning, I had to sin in the grinning Satan~ From the underground I emerge to the surface~ burn it, and turn this circus into a furnace~ Get it heated and sweat electric currents~ shock the world, now every mic I grab short circuits~ Hate me, berate me, it doesn't faze me~ cause when the radios play me, is when your teeth start scraping~

(Chorusx2)