i exercise my lyrical stylings
and all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten
are they gonna come back for you?
the story's sorry but true
did you really want them to go?
oh you're so goddamn cold
we're gonna make it on our own
lord knows we don't need you
you got your ear to the street
you got my name in your mouth
and the powder that sells
just tryin' to have somethin'
and you sit back and laugh
we got 808 subwoofers in the trunk
around the world with the rancid punx
fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts
so i know i better buckle
p u n x tattooed on my knuckles
we're gonna make it on our own
lord knows we don't need you
we're gonna make it on our own
lord knows we don't need you
i heard you're losing your mind
but i still stay focused through good and bad times
compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night
i bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight
from loss of loved ones to life of drug funds
give me a chance to shine and i'ma blind the world
take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard
we're gonna make it on our own
lord knows we don't need you