No. 11 Lyrics - 4lyn - 4lyn

So we got this far and you're still wonderin' 

Why we do shit in our own kinda way 

(Why? Why?) 

First round knock out, get da fuck out 

Why can't ya understand the way we're actin' all day? 

(Die, die) 

Call us strange, give us strait jackets 

10 ton chains won't keep us away from what we believe so leave 

Suspension on our playground is what you get 

And our rage is what you will receive 

Twinkle, twinkle lil' star, oh, I wonder where you are 

You can't tell me nothing but I can tell you anything 

I can tell you everything 

(But you never get it) 

But you never get it 

But you never get it 

But you never get it 

But you never get it 

Yeah, what's your problem? Tell me buddy 

Does it feel good to get fucked by everybody? 

No doe for da brain ticket, it's so dumb, my friend 

Come again, Mr.Wicked 

Second round knock out, stay da fuck out 

You won't understand da way we're actin' all day 

(You never get it) 

All this bullshit makes me sick, to all ya punks, suck my dick 

(You never get it) 

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl, a black stain in ya intact world 

All ya envy cannot reach and all this bullshit cannot teach me 

Cannot teach me 

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl a black stain in your intact world 

All ya envious thoughts can never teach me 

No. 11