f*ck Da World lyrics

[INTRO: TNT]
Yeah, I got some sh*t on my mind
Some sh*t that I been wanting to say
Some sh*t that I got to say

[Hook]
f*ck the world
It's like f*ck the world
f*ck the world
I said f*ck the world
f*ck the world
You know f*ck the world
f*ck the world
I said f*ck the world
f*ck the world
You know f*ck the world
f*ck the world
I said f*ck the world
f*ck the world
It's like f*ck the world
f*ck the world

[VERSE 1: TNT]
f*ck the planet I'm on, I wish I was never born
But I was torn to be warned so now I mourn
My thoughts are paralyzed, I see terror signs
I recognize my mind that I metamorphosize
I hate this planet and the people that live on it
I sold my soul in vain, I feel no pain because I want it
And I'm torn between life and death, and death and life
My blood drips from the blade of a butcher knife
I have thoughts of hate and mental anguish
I hate you, I hate me too
I can't go back to the womb, so I resume the temple of doom
They want to put me in a rubber room
My mama told me there'd be days like this
I be feeling homicidal, suicidal, suicidalist
I capped his back, his peel his cap backwards
I'm not religious, but more than just a sacrilegious
You better ask some bod about the n*gga that's odd
And f*ck you and your God, and your world
[Hook]

[VERSE 2: TNT]
I'm finna bust, so call me a Mossberg
The sky is falling like dominoes and Donald Byrd
f*ck the world, I'm not your regular human being
You'll never testify, a witness the murder scene
Mercy me, Lord have mercy for weak minds
Must I reach for my nine, once I'm speaking my mind
They trip, angel dust make me bust shots
Three little pigs, blind mice, why I hate cops
Headache, migraine, bring the pain on
What's my maggot brain on, some insane song
So you sing along, murder's my national anthem
Aryan Nation hunting for a Black Panther
But killers don't talk, they walk the flatlines
And you should know that I'm out my mind, so f*ck the world

[Hook]

[VERSE 3: TNT]
f*ck the world I'm in it, never represented anything
But Reel Life Products, that's why many sing
The Blues, bad news, bad times, bad rhymes
Bad lines, bad thoughts, bad sh*t on my mad mind
Some people say that the world will never end
I got a secret, "Say hello to my little friend"
Push the button, I panic from manic depression
And with my Smith & Wesson, I'll teach you all a lesson
I'm sick of thinking my mind's blinking paranoid
Once I counteract it, bullets get interacted
Chain reaction can't get no satisfaction
The world is falling apart like Michael Jackson, so f*ck them
[Hook]