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Anger Management Lyrics - Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem

I don't deny I'm in the public eye 

Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy 

Makes me wonder why they don't live their own lives 

 

They're not news reporters, they're full of bullshit and lies 

Leave them alone, their karma will be their demise 

I can read between the lines 

They make up shit because there's no shit to find, find 

Fu-fu-fuck 'em 

 

I'm under a microscope directly going to prison if I take a toke 

People ask me for answers as if I was the pope 

I'm my own spiritual leader on this emotional teeter totter 

My senses are getting hotter 

 

Are you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back, back 

 

Why you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back 

 

Now I see what's on the real 

The public craves drama like a pig that squeals 

They watched me in court testifyin' to a fucked up charge 

I was drowning myself in my own tears 

 

Of my boys growing up in the early years 

Without their father near 

Ain't no way I'm gonna disappear, can you hear? 

Freedom can be taken from you at anytime 

So you better think twice before you pay the price, pay the price 

 

Are you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back, back 

 

Why you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back 

 

And no one can condemn 

And no one can condemn 

 

Fittin' to go Richter, gonna get sicka 

That's for sure we're bumpin' up the temperature 

We're blowin' up the area, gonna scare ya 

We're Methods Of Mayhem, no one can condemn 

 

Are you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back, back 

 

Why you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back 

 

And no one can condemn 

And no one can condemn 

 

Fittin' to go Richter, gonna get sicka 

That's for sure we're bumpin' up the temperature 

We're blowin' up the area, gonna scare ya 

We're the Methods Of May-May-Mayhem 

 

Are you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back, back 

 

Why you testing me? 

Get the fuck back punk 

Get the fuck back 

Get the fuck back 

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