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Future Leaders of the World - Kill Pop lyrics
Welcome to the show everyone Let go kill your mind have some drugs I don't give a fuck where you from As long as you get high Wake up what are you waiting for Times now life is yours life is short Truth's something you can't buy in stores Unless it's leveled 4 We're the new sensation taking over the nation On all TV soundwave radio stations Infiltrating incubating shaking revelations at the speed of light In an alien ship fuck the big wig pigs Eatin fat off of kids making doe outta shit Selling dope Ritalin’s pop culture's dead Vultures eat what their fed FBI FCC seceded, see I'm a code red So fuck what your parents think Forget what you teachers preach Their words are just useless speech To make you think what they think is how you outta outta live I've heard it a million times politicians and all their lies Shut your mouths tell the truth you swines America's dead I'm alive live sue me see me Kill pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo Sold out tickets to every show Drugs are illegal so we kill microphones (x2) Kill pop, kill pop well it's already dead At least to me in my head I see your glam and glitz fake tits and gold rings Collagen lip shit diamond earrings Liposucked ass your nose is plastic Cause when you sniff coke it melts like hot wax bitch So fuck all you losers hiding in clothes cars and dreams You couldn't buy a real you so the real world reeled you I walk run scream sing and rap talk you get bent on your Knees by TV's and ass fucked tools So fuck what your parents think Forget what you teachers preach Their words are just useless speech To make you think what they think is how you outta outta live I've heard it a million times politicians and all their lies Shut your mouths tell the truth you swines America's dead I'm alive live sue me see me Kill pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo Sold out tickets to every show Drugs are illegal so we kill microphones (x2) We got a brand new cd for you baby With a bunch of snazzy tunes They'll make a profit off this prophets hanging So sell and tell me what to do We got a brand new cd for you baby With a bunch of snazzy tunes They'll make a profit off this prophets hanging So sell and tell me what to do Make some hits and get those kids head banging It's the critics choice to choose Corporations are the artists painting It's the peoples voice to lose... Kill pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo Sold out tickets to every Drugs are illegal so we kill microphones (x2) |
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