D.J. D.J.

Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said

Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead

I exercise my lyrical stylings

And all the while youre dead and gone and forgotten

I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you? 

No, aw, the storys sorry but true

Lord, did you really want them to go? 

No, oh youre so goddamn cold

Were gonna make it on our own, we dont need anyone

Lord knows we dont need you [x2]

(watch me now)

You got your ear to the street, then this buds for you

You got my name in your mouth, then this slugs for you

Shotgun, fast lane, on the highway to hell

Germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells

Just tryin to have somethin, and you sit back and laugh

Ima grab something, ima gettin that half

We came too far now, nowhere we can flop

Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way ima stop

We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk

Around the world with the rancid punx

This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts

Fuck the motherfuckin back-stabbin cunts

Rides gettin rough, so I know I better buckle

P u n x tattooed on my knuckles

Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free

Were gonna make it on our own, we dont need anyone

Lord knows we dont need you [x2]

(watch me now)

I heard youre losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine

But I still stay focused through good and bad times

Compare your worst fuckin day to my best fuckin night

I bet my last red cent that you couldnt stand the sight

From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds

They counted me out, from what? Im not done

Give me a chance to shine and ima blind the world

Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard