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Bo Burnham

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    Fuck the rules
    Fuck the game
    Fuck you tools
    Fuck you're lame
    If giving a fuck means sucking up then fuck it, fuck the fame
    A bit unstable, fuck you brain
    A bit like Abel, fuck you Cain
    Dumb little fuck, if I'm fucking something up then fuck my name

    Fuck the politicians
    Fuck missionary missions
    Fuck beauty competitions
    Fuck bigoted traditions
    I fucking hate that shit I do
    And if you don't fuck it, fuck you too
    Couldn't give a fuck who I'm talking to
    Fucking who? Fuck you dude
    Fuck how I'm regarded
    Or if I get bombarded
    By sick creationists
    Who are borderline retarded

    Yeah, fuck me for my hard works, fuck another R-word,
    fuck me for my hard work that got me into Harvard
    Man fuck it, fuck my past, fuck the time, fuck it fast
    If you think I'm fucking with you then you're fucking with your fucking last

    God bless you common cold, fuck the pope, fucking old
    if he loved the poor than he would have sold his mansion made of solid gold

    So fuck him, yeah, fuck it, fuck him, I said it, fuck it, fuck him,
    gonna save the deacons, preachers, all them geezers, fucking fuck it
    Fuck the fashion scene it is so fucking obscene,
    it will take a poor fat teen chick and make her turn bulimic

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    Fuck the shit that I came for
    And fuck the shit that I paid for
    And the rappers that made a name for
    Calling for a race war
    Now go out and pimp their rides, buy, accessorize,
    and turn ten thousand bright eyes to the company run by the white guys

    You suck, you fucking suck, you suck so much you suck,
    fuck, if I sucked as much as you I'd motherfucking shut it up
    You suck, you fucking suck it, so fucking shut it,
    drop the beat, then pick it up like Mr. Bucket

    You've got sticks and stones to turn to
    But I've got words to hurt you
    So save your bullets 'cause you're fucked (totally fucked)
    You've got sticks and stones to turn to
    But I've got words to hurt you
    So save your bullets 'cause you're fucked

    You're fucked
    (so fuck it, so so so so fuh so so so so fuck it)

    You think you're clever? You're fucked!
    You think you're better? You're fucked!
    If you've been better for forever, but whatever, you're fucked!
    So, tell me never, you're fucked!
    And tell whoever you're fucked!
    And do whatever, say whatever, 'cause whatever, you're fucked!

    You think you're clever? You're fucked!
    You think you're better? You're fucked!
    If you've been better for forever, but whatever, you're fucked!
    So, tell me never, you're fucked!
    And tell whoever you're fucked!
    And say whatever, do whatever, 'cause whatever
    You're fucked

    So fucked
    You're fucked

    Totally fucked

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