No Strings

Like it or not, I fill the room like confetti-fetti I've had enough of industry fucks (fuck, fuck) Yeah Suck some heavy, won't ya? Cause' everything sound recyclable when the labels poach ya Roadkill for the aging vulture Pray ya man's better stick to culture (shut the fuck up, man) What's the drop, no love? Need the dance floor movin', kick the tempo up Got a tree full of lemons just to juice a couple finished Then replenish while the others decompose and we forget 'em No, you don't want no problems No problems with me Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings No, you don't want no problems No problems with me Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings Better find your people The eye's wide, inside, outside people, yeah The world got a lotta evil If you dope enough, don't open up your wounds to the needle Cause' this motherfuckin' beetles and roaches They want the commotion, don't like when you famous 'Cause the old money is saved when the new wave is And bitches hate when you don't know where your place is No, you don't want no problems No problems with me Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings No, you don't want no problems No problems with me Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings Got no strings, you'll be the boss of me I won't be something I'm not supposed to be Got no strings, you'll be the boss of me I won't be something I'm not supposed to be Like it or not, I fill the room like confetti (fetti, fetti, fetti) No, you don't want no problems No problems with me Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings No, you don't want no problems No problems with me Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings