Fuckhead

Stacking bodies like a bunkbed

Back in the days, my uncle used to call me a damn knucklehead

Used to have some feelings, but I realized they're all fucking dead

Hop off my meat

I ain't trying to prove shit to you

I disapprove if you out here trying to prove shit to me

I disagree with every shape or form of every presidency

You all just sit and twiddle your thumbs, your head is empty

Which fucking version of me am I today?

Wake up every morning and choose reasons not to die?

Shut down the government? We refuse to try

Turn on the TV, it's just lie, lie, lie

I know it's right, but it feels so wrong

I know it's right

I know it's right, but it feels so wrong

I know it's right

I like to exercise my rights

Bitch, I like to exercise my rights

I know it's wrong, but it feels so right

Bitch, I like to exercise my rights

Fuck