Текст песни Fuck the System - MKC
I'm
really
high
so
forgive
me
I'm
in
a
band
were
called
MKC
And
if
your
French
say
oui
oui
Cuz
I'm
the
baddest
motha
Fucka
that
you
ever
seen
I
feel
in
America
I
think
we're
Doing
it
wrong
over
texting
Working
people
then
we
Burning
down
their
homes
I
feel
like
Sherlock
Holmes
Trying
to
figure
out
a
puzzle
No
such
thing
as
free
speech
When
we
share
the
same
Muzzle
And
if
you're
a
person
of
color
Then
you
can
relate
And
if
You're
colored
woman
then
I
Know
you
feel
second-rate
cuz
Being
born
in
America
all
you
Feel
is
hate
It's
not
a
coincidence
It's
just
an
inherited
trait
I
got
three
railled
Dolphins
Up
my
head
Screaming
seeds
of
peace
and
Revolutionary
bread
Blood
shoots
my
eyes
with
a
Tequila
sunrise
The
morning
Bong
hit
unrolls
the
Temple
of
Pies
Right
now
I
feel
like
God
And
it's
kind
of
on
that
when
I
Pray
I
get
chills
and
a
stripper
Bod
The
Pepper
Pods
pepper
The
elastic
dubstepper
but
the
Good
Vibes
spice
up
When
they
Hit
the
Good
Shepherd
I
go
backwards
forwards
Diagonal
with
more
words
I
got
more
sides
the
most
Complex
polygon
weight
who's
Gone?
Cuz
I'm
pretty
sure
I'm
The
bomb
Einstein
discovered
How
to
turn
me
into
King
Kong
I
go
strong
like
mr.
Universe
And
I
ride
the
hearse
Just
to
get
rid
of
this
sexiness
Curse
You
feel
the
girth
of
the
most
Expensive
ringtones
And
you
Hear
the
drones
of
all
the
Psychedelic
Cyclones
Homegrown
guerrilla
warfare
You
don't
care
You
don't
stare
into
these
big
Red
eyes
of
Oblivion
you're
Running
into
them
mammals
And
amphibians
You're
getting
straight
Loco
With
the
homie
Like
it's
a
Synonym
for
life
but
what's
life
Without
love?
Well
what
the
fuck
are
we
Doing
here
bruv
So
go
out
to
another
and
go
get
Me
my
putter
To
go
play
with
And
get
that
fuckin
mind
out
The
gutter
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