DEATHCAMP (feat. Cole Alexander)

Um, excuse me mister, but can you please turn down the lights? I don't really like all these cameras, man And this shit just don't feel right And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir But fuck you mean I can't wear my hat in here? And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga I hope you little niggas is listening Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition So special, the teacher asked if I was autistic And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes So if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen But keep your ego there so I can butt fuck your opinion But in the meantime, brainwashing millions of minions Leader of the new school? (Ha, I'm in my own school) And you would never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended "In Search Of" did more for me than Illmatic That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours Man, I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic La-di-da-di, I'm going harder Than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers When it's a lot at stake carne asada but let's be honest, I'm really morphing Named my album "Cherry Bomb" because "Greatest Hits" sounded boring I don't like to follow the rules She said that I must, I don't have any armpits She wanted to talk, "Who's in charge of this Golf shit?" I said, "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant And who I are isn't really important My heart is as dark as a window with car tint So hop in with your friends, gal and I'll unpark it And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick" It's young T I don't like to follow the rules And that's just who I am I hope you understand And I don't really think y'all cool So give yourself a hand No, no, give yourself a hand Better pose for that camera You better pose, boy, you better pose And it's your life nigga I suppose For the lights, for the camera, and the action Now your face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights Nigga you ask for this life Welcome to death camp Yeah, welcome to death camp Yeah, welcome to death camp Kissing on my bean bag Your lips high-five my tongue And my fingers moonwalk through your hair (For the lights, and the camera, and the action) This is fun I can tell I don't know if you'll handle it well Welcome to hell camp (Lights, and the camera, and the action) You should be mine in a way tonight (For the lights, and the camera, and the action)