Natas - ***** Da World Lyrics
(TNT)Yeah, I got some shit on my mindSome shit that I been wantin' to saySome shit that I gotsta say(CHORUS)(2x)***** the worldIt's like ***** the world***** the worldI said ***** the world***** the worldYou know like ***** the world***** the worldI said like ***** the world***** the planet I'm on, I wish I was never bornBut I was torn to be warned so now I mournMy thoughts are paralyzed, I see terror signsI recognize my mind, metamorphosizeI hate this planet and the people that live on itI sold my soul and then I feel no pain because I want itAnd I'm torn between life and death and death and lifeMy blood drips from the blade of a butcher knifeI have thoughts of hate and mental anguishI hate you, I hate me tooI can't go back to the room, so I resume the temple of doomThey wanna put me in a rubber roomMy momma told me there'd be days like thisI'll be feelin homicidal, suicidal, suicidalistI kept his back, his peeled his cap backwardsI'm not religious, but more than just a sacrilegiousYou better ask somebod about the nigga that's oddAnd ***** you and your God and your world(CHORUS)I'm gonna bust, so call me a MossburgThe sky is fallin like dominoes and Donald Byrd***** the world, I'm not your regular human beingYou never testified a witness the murder scenceMercy me, Lord have mercy for weak mindsMust I reach for my nine, once I'm speakin my mindThey trip, angel dust make me bust shotsThree little pigs, blind mice why I hate copsHead ache, migrane bring the pain onWith my maggot brain on, some insane songSo you sing along, murder's my national anthemArea nation, huntin' for a black pantherBut killas don't talk, they walk the flatlinesAnd you should know that I'm out my mindSo ***** the world(CHORUS)***** the world I'm in, it never represented anythingBut Reel Life Products, thats why many singsThe blues, bad news, bad times, bad rhymesBad lines, bad thoughts, bad shit on my mad mindSome people say that the world will never endI gotta step and say hello to my little friendPush the button I panic for mannick depressionAnd with my Smith and Wesson I teach you all a lessonI'm sick of thinkin' my mind's blinkin paranoidOnce I counteract it, bullets get interactedChain reaction, can't get no satisfactionThe world is fallin apart like Michael Jackson, so ***** 'em(CHORUS)
