Proposition F - Methods of Mayhem

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps

Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»

Step in to the ballid box, blowing up

The mutha fuckin' spot, tired of these cops

Tired of these judges, tired of the rules

Waitin' til the day to tell em all fuck you

Playin' two, because it ain’t enough

Got the boys in blue still roughin' me up

On the TV news still talking it up

Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up

Methods of Mayhem, filthy and dutch

I walk up in your party and im spikin' the punch

If you’ve had enough, you know what to do

Vote yes on proposition fuck you

Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew)

You know what to do (Ha)

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps

Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

Filthee, Tommy Lee, steppin' casually

Middle finger in the air for everybody to see

Obviously you haven’t read over my proposition

Fuck you collectively, runnin' the opposition

Opposition, proposition upon exposure

Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin' over

I told ya we more like pottery, stop the monopoly

We turn around nigga’s that burn learn to do it properly

Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew)

You know what to do (Ha)

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps

Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»

Go on take away wellfare, medicare

Start riots everywhere, my style she could need some healthcare

Well prepared, proposition fuck you

Ammunition fuck you, gotta bud a crew

Who da farmers?

House senate takin' over congress

Show ‘em how to keep it on this passive judgement

Passin' on the government, no paper greencard

By law we rock hard, Hip-Hop rock stars

Collauge, I borrow street, hoods and guns

Take ‘em goods and run, gettin' naked for fun

Give ya food to bluff, so spark another blunt

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew (Crew)

You know what to do (Ha)

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

Hangin' on back in the streets with your peeps

Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?) You ain’t got a clue

Tell em fuck you, it’s a proposition

Fuck you, fuck you, it’s a proposition

«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»