Hellyeah

Hellyeah

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    Fuck the norm, I can't understand
    Live my life, by the rules of no one
    I am me, that can't be wrong
    I do what I do, when I do, that's how I like it
    Conformity, amputate my soul
    Made of stone, smashed the mold
    Indifferent, so fuck you all that
    Whine, bitch, nag, complain, cry

    If ya don't give a shit ya getcha' hellyeah
    Throwin' fists in the pit ya getcha' hellyeah
    Think you're fuckin' with this well hell no.
    Balls, volume, strength getcha come on
    Drinking beer smoking weed ya getcha' hellyeah
    Gotta bruised attitude ya getcha' hellyeah,
    Think you're fuckin' with this well hell no
    Balls, volume, strength getcha' come on

    Fuck you all, that won't understand
    Be a man, no more and no less,
    I'm just me, no matter what you say,
    I am, who I am , what I am, that's how I like it
    Typical, fucking lifeless clones
    My attitude, embrace my own
    I don't care, so just walk away and live your
    Dull, dead, bland, boring, life

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    If ya don't give a shit ya getcha' hellyeah
    Throwin' fists in the pit ya getcha' hellyeah
    Think you're fuckin' with this well hell no.
    Balls, volume, strength getcha' come on
    Drinking beer smoking weed ya getcha' hellyeah
    Gotta bruised attitude ya getcha' hell yeah,
    Think you're fuckin' with this well hell no
    Balls, volume, strength getcha' come on

    Don't give a fuck and don't think I ever will,
    For the prim and the proper it's a shallow jagged pill,
    Don't really care if you like me
    I just hold up my drink and get my HELLYEAH!
    So point your fingers and throw your stones,
    I'll be smokin' and drinkin' and breaking fucking bones
    To all you fuckin' people thinking you're better than me,
    I hold up my middle finger and give my hellyeah!

    If ya don't give a shit ya getcha' hellyeah
    Throwin' fists in the pit ya getcha' hellyeah
    Think you're fuckin' with this well hell no.
    Balls, volume, strength getcha' come on
    Drinking beer smoking weed ya getcha' hellyeah
    Gotta bruised attitude ya getcha' hellyeah,
    Think you're fuckin' with this well hell no
    Balls, volume, strength getcha' come on

    HELLYEAH!
    Got your whiskey and weed
    HELLYEAH!
    Balls volume and strength

    HELLYEAH!

    Song details

    Composition: Vinnie Paul, Chad Gray, Gregory A Jr Tribbett, Jerry L Montano, and Tom Maxwell

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