Ayy

Out of step with the world

Never felt man enough

Never white or Black or hispanic enough

Outsider, Richard Wright

No political party will represent me in this light

Got a scholarship, argued with faculty

Now I'm a fuckin' felon, so much for that bachelor's degree

I say fuck the police and all power trippers

From bullies to CEOs putting profit over people

To screaming managers to disinformation and hate teachers

Hypocritical rapists, gurus, and priests preaching of evil

All of 'em are so see-through, all of them are deceitful

Beasts feasting on impressionable creatures

Who made the rules? Who made the rules?

Fuck them, fuck you

Who made the rules? Who made the rules?

Fuck them, fuck you

Ever question your truth?

Ever question your truth?

Ever question your truth?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

We better when our sense jettison

Let all the what-ifs in, let it rip, hit the sand, let's go

Lean hella and get mean, get it

Don't fuck around, let's get more left

Weatherman aesthetic drip (Okay)

Ready, set, let 'em regret, better yet, uh

Went outta step, we couldn't keep up, never forget

Too frosty, personal line eleven the boss's

Bounce pass to poof and get lost like

Poof, jump, hit the roof with fists

Camp the ceiling to this

Too many kids screaming out, "Let us in," to desist

Let us in, we insist

Precision miss, gotta hit 'em with the whole blitz

Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)

Fuck them, fuck you (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)

Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)

Fuck them, fuck you (Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew)

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U

F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U

F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U

Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew

I swear to God a defeated defeat will be a disease

Disguised as a common, but not a convient, impractically free

We will emerge from the scorched earth

Bask in the bloodthirst when the villages learn to purge

Upon the children of free, build upside down and achieve

The black smoke billowing out of a weak soul

Vapor the baby to jump back into a breath of dust

Us on a rock in space getting chased around by the sun

Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)

Fuck them, fuck you (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)

Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)

Fuck them, fuck you (Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew)

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)

F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)

F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)

Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew (I don't think so, fuck 'em)