Proposition F*** You Lyrics - Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem

Are you tired of hanging out in your car 

And getting sweated by the boys in blue? 

Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving 

Any medical attention because of lack of insurance? 

If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends 

This November when you go up that 

Ballot box and you see the proposition marked 

Fuck you, you know what to do 

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew 

You know what to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Hangin' on back in the streets wit 

Your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who? 

You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Step into the ballot box 

Blowing up the muthafuckin' 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, 'cause it ain't enough 

Got the boyz in blue still roughin' me up 

On the T.V. 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 I'm spikin' the punch 

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

Vote yes! On proposition fuck you 

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew 

You know what to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Hangin' on back in the streets wit 

Your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who? 

You ain't got a clue, 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 be 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 boyz in blue, running up on your crew 

You know what to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Hangin' on back in the streets wit 

Your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who? 

You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 

Go on take away welfare, medicare 

Start riots everywhere, my style she could need some health care 

I am well prepared, proposition fuck you, ammunition buck you 

Gotta bud a crew 

Who da farmers? House senate takin' over congress 

Show 'em how to keep it on this passive judgment 

Passin' on the government, no paper green card 

By law we rock hard, hip hop rockstars 

Collage, I borough street, hoods and guns 

Take your 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 boyz in blue, running up on your crew 

You know what to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition 

I've had it up to here with rules 

Face plastered prime time, headline, on T.V. News 

Fuck you! It's proposition 

Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition