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RAT BOY

Truth Of The Youth (Art Yob Remix)

 

Truth Of The Youth (Art Yob Remix)


We're the kids that your parents, that your parents, that your parents, that your parents warned you about
We're the kids that your parents, that your parents, that your parents warned you about

Time to see hyprocrazy is at its final destiny
I'm one of a kind and now I'm unsigned and free to be who I wanna be
Er this shit ain't new to me
This shirt ain't new on me
You can see I'm real clearly
And speaking words to overseas but I guess that well
The world ain't ready for me yet
They'll just have to wait there turn
This time I'll be harder to forget
In your mind I shall be burned
I been up and down
Lower the most
Shedding the tears
Almost a ghost
Now that I'm back
I feel more pissed off
And ready for war
Like fuck you all

Too busy to lie back
Hot pursuit, I lap
Through the city
It ain't pretty
In the new Iraq
Kiss your kiddies
Prep them well
For a new climate
It's getting hot
It wont stop
According to my math

'Where you get that money from?'
They're probably out here selling guns
A lot of profit being made from wars
We only see the crumbs
Body-count, oh up its gone
Blame the changes on the young
Like 'Sorry son your puppy's
Causing chaos, so we've had it hung'
And fuck a Pundit, they're all dumb
I don't trust barely anyone
With healthcare underfunded it's no wonder
There's so many glum
Motherfuckers eating up the shit they read in Sunday Sun
Eat it with their Weetabix, now you've been made redundant
Run

Yeah, I run for the hills
In a junk set of wheels
I told a monk 'Pay my bills'
I'm armed and Armageddon ready
Gas stove and matches
The diner had been looted
All I found were the cash tips
8 rounds in my .44
I used 5, so I bought 3 more
I wont resort to gore once I'm the
Last man standing
With a bunch of bad habits
If I'm Adam, I hope that Eve, is a bad bitch

We're the kids that your parents, that your parents, that your parents, that your parents warned you about
We're the kids that your parents, that your parents, that your parents warned you about
That your parents, that your parents, that your parents warned you about
We're the kids that your parents, that your parents, that your parents warned you about

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?