DON'T SHOOT UP THE PARTY

All American self-hatred runs deep

White boys all I see whenever I sleep

**** think I think these thoughts on purpose

But I knew 'bout *NSYNC 'fore cash could rule me

Colonized minds by masters and slaves

They both hate ****, act like **** a shame

Homophobic, I tried to gang bang

I tried to get laid, I had to get paid

Hopped off the ship, I land on my feet

In Corpus Christi, I got my own street

Runnin' this shit like it's a track meet

I had to go back home, I seen too many **** die in a week

I give my dogs black wealth, let 'em live well

What a miracle, we dreamed a million stories to tell

You are now tuned in, baby, to the new classic

New machine, keep the peace, keep 'em dancin'

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up the party

Please, please

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up the party

Please, please

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up my party

Please, please

Please, please

This a jam for your whims and your woes

For the people in the back standin' on they tippy toes

Don't give a damn what the journalist wrote

Always dead inside like they in the catacombs

On the prowl like a lion in his throne

Watchin' for the prey that might slit his throat

It's 'bout time that I let your ass know

Y'all deserve the guillotine even mo'

Kiss my ass, treat my balls like it's mistletoe

Fuck class, get cash by the truckload

Latest album with my dogs, but the city closed

You in for a hell of a ride (Uh oh)

This a good time, know I'm damn right

Order every single bottle of the best wine

Fuck if I know, need it all though

Dedicate this to my family in Chicago

Stay down, I'm sorry

Stay down, you're ugly

The people need more of the money

These white people don't love me

Stay down, I'm sorry

Stay down, I'm hungry

I don't need you to love me

Fuck you, come fuck me

I know

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up the party

Please, please

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up the party

Please, please

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up my party

Please, please

Please, please

What's the issue?

Why you gotta grab that pistol?

Think about who gon' miss you

Never know what I been through

What's the issue?

Why you gotta grab that pistol?

Think about who gon' miss you

Never know what they might do

Don't shoot up the party

Don't shoot up the p-

Who you really wanna try to step to?

Who you really wanna try to step to?