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Delta Gamma Alpha Fuck

Steffen

Fuck with my homies, I'm a fuck with you
Delta Gamma Alpha Fuck is here to kill your whole crew
shoot em' in the dick until they're dying of blood loss
then I'll call em' a faggot as I soak em' in man sauce
you know it ain't gay if the balls don't touch
give our waiters no tip, tell them thank you very much
grab a mint as I'm leaving, fucking break it on the floor
say this place is fucking filthy I'll never come here anymore
I spit mad game call me Mr. Monopoly
parkin' at my place, she fin to try to get on top of me
ain't even mad that she's trying to get her fuck on
dip it with no condom then I'll disappear like J-Kwon
fuck this bitch, I'm a mothafuckin' demon
you can see it in my horns, you can taste it in my semen
save your fucking breath bitch, calling me a hypocrite
cuz unless you're putting out, well I don't really give a shit
I'm an asshole, I'll admit it, all my fucking friends have said it
take a picture of my dick and then I'll post that shit to Reddit
but if you show it to a girl, just don't forget to credit
unless she is a juggalo, then you can just forget it.

Chorus

It's the delta, the gamma, the alpha the fuck
It's the D to the G to the A to the F
It's the delta, the gamma, the alpha the fuck
It's the D to the G to the A to F

Chris

Oh, hey! I'm Chris, and I'm a parolee
I would love to take your child on a date with me
I like to mix LSD with Ecstasy
I just got out of jail in Orange County
I slam heroine, (Ahhhhhh!) but I'm not a junkie
cuz I'm drug free, I only do drugs if they're free
I have stayed up four days loco off methamphetamine
I don't give a fuck Four Loco's don't have caffeine
my stories are all credible, my behavior is vendettable
now give me your card, the ATM and the medical
I need to eat five edibles, these dankies are incredible
this weed is okay, but I've been known to smoke much better bowls
PCP, and Ketamine
I don't have a problem, just a fucking fiend
fuck off. I can stop tomorrow
do you have like, four hundred-twenty dollars I can borrow?
I need to buy a carton, or maybe just a pack
I'll get paid when I'm hired, and maybe I'll pay you back
Delta Gamma Alpha Fuck You
Terminally Ill will fist fuck your whole crew

Chorus

It's the delta, the gamma, the alpha the fuck
It's the D to the G to the A to F
It's the delta, the gamma, the alpha the fuck
It's the D to the G to the A to F

Ryan

Here's a fat track for all you faggot-ass frat boys
we're Terminally Ill and we're not trying to hear that sack noise
I don't need to dress like a faggot to like hip hop
I'm calling you out bitch. This shit needs to fucking stop
sideways hats with the dog tags around your neck
you think you're fucking cool, well last time I fucking checked
it's thirty degrees, you're reppin' cut-off sleeves
you've never touched a surf board, but you watch The OC
well, The Rash Pack is reppin' something a little bit different
Delta Gamma Alpha Fuck aint down with that bitch shit
We'll roll up to your party completely uninvited
and thrash the fucking place until somebody starts fighting
we'll take as much beer as possible and leave our fucking mark, bro
and mob back to the rock stop across the street from Arco
Tom Hanks Tuesday, you know where to find me
The Fantasy Burger parking lot with my whole crew behind me
ready to rep the danks, willing to do whatever it takes
let's roll up to the liquor store and get ourselves some dranks
I grab two Steel Reserves, reppin' DGAF Nation
hand them to the Arab cashier at the gas station
he looks at the 211's and you take a look at me
he says "you're an alcoholic and it's surely plain to see"
I say "thanks for the advice Osama Bin Laden chopper dune fist
I'm not a fucking alcoholic, I'm an opportunist"
so, if you have some words of wisdom you can shove it up your turban
I'll grab my beer and turn a deaf ear to the words of the general surgeon
and head back to BFE, A.K.A. the mother land
with a grip of my beer and my bong in my other hand

Chorus

It's the delta, the gamma, the alpha the fuck
It's the D to the G to the A to F
It's the delta, the gamma, the alpha the fuck
It's the D to the G to the A to F

Steffen

Why do these faggots always clown me when I'm counting all my money?
It's like they want me to laugh, well that shit just aint funny
I take it serious, I'm merciless, my stacks go to Uranus
even E.T. bitches think my shit is ludicrous
Post-drops, dead girls, glitch, and diamond rings
these are a few of my favorite things
I'm a pretty simple dick, there's not a lot I need
Terminally Ill in this bitch, gonna be the next Creed
yo, DGAF is a frat where the ladies are at
all my homies getting' wild in a So Cal hat
got the tag still on it, you know it's fucking true
call me Eiffel 65 when my balls get blue

Anton

Grew up in east Yorba Linda, that's the streets that I roam
back when Esther's was Round Table, and the Arco never closed
and even though I've grown, I still call it my home
still hit up the donut shop and take slush puppies to the dome
then cruise the streets at night with my dick in my hand
skeet on a bitch's forehead give that slut a pearl head band
straight out of OC, fuck the Brea P.D.
Those faggots couldn't stop a fucking house from getting T.P.'d

The Bro Anthem

Intro

Mom, I'm leaving. I'm going to fucking Tilly's
Tilly's is closed, it's one in the morning
Shut the fuck up I'm leaving! God, fucking bitch.
What the fuck did you say to me?!?
I didn't say shit Mom, Fuuuuck!
Ahhh dude, what's up?
Hey, what's up bro? Wanna hit this shit?
Oh fer sure dude, give it over
*tokin' OH DUDE, THAT'S DANK!
Oh, fuck I'm getting a fucking phone call. Should I answer that shit?
Yeah whatever bro
Ahhh, dude, Shut the fucking music up!
Uhh, what's up bro
Hey, what's up bro, you gotta fuckin' check out this tuuuuuuuuuuuuune

Brose Montes

Welcome to the brodeo, yo it's Brosidon
Mobbin' up the dunes in this pit bike I'm ridin'
livin' in the suburbs of Orange County
fat bro hoes, straight trying' to fuckin' mount me
check out my Chevy with a Fab Tech lift
not giving a fuck, ain't a problem it's a gift
Yo, I'm 25, still living with my mom
faded off that stress, it's the motherfuking bomb
if I'm not drinking Rockstar, I'm pounding Natty Light
you can find me in Corona trying' to pick a fucking fight
not gonna Tapout, not gonna die
not gonna say goodbye to a Tangerine Sky
to the homie Jeremy Lusk, yo I'm gonna miss ya
given' mad props to the Metal Mulisha
double percolator bong with the ice catcher
got it with the Roar carbon filter adaptor

Ryan

Bro, (bro) I'm a bro alright
cuz I'm a bro (bro) I'll fucking get into a fight
cuz I'm a bro (bro) I'm a bro alright
got my grits, and my bongs, and my fucking Bud Light
cuz I'm a bro (bro)
I'm a bro alright, cuz I'm a bro (bro)
fucking get into a fight
cuz I'm a bro (bro) I'm a bro alright
I got my grits, and my bongs, and my fucking bud light

Steffen

See me ridin' in the mud with my sky-high truck
I've never been a giver, but I'll always take a fuck
I need a Monster everyday to get my shit together
What, it's eighty-eight degrees? Perfect hangover weather
You can call me O.G. Kush, cuz I'll fuck you up
I'll hit it up like cocaine, and then I'll suck you up
I'm a Mobb Inc. villain with a mean-ass chick
don't care if girls are nasty if they suck my dick
I've got pecs on pecs like it's fucking Inception
I think my mom hit the J at the time of conception
rep the So Cal lifestyle everyday
don't fuck around with faggots, I aint fucking gay
I drink energy drink mixed with hard liquor
I chase it with Extenze to make my dick thicker
My dealer's fucking sick he's got the dankest nut
when I smoke the nasty shit, I wanna give him a hug

Ryan

Yo, what's up bro? Sag your Dickies real low
and we'll lift our fucking trucks about as high as they can go
We'll all mobb out to Glamis, we'll mobb to Havisu
we'll all mobb out and get some Orange County tattoos
some people don't like the way that I'm livin'
cuz there's so much fuck not being given
some people say it's better to give than to receive
but when it comes to fuck i don't give, that's what I believe
I love chrome shocks, I wear black socks
Famous Stars and Straps motherfuckin' rocks
I don't give a fuck, I drive a lifted truck
if you talk shit on Kottonmouth Kings, I'll fuck you up
talk shit, get hit, get your lip split
roll a motherfuckin' spliff and fuckin' light that shit
slutty bro hoes are like the Gamis sand
when I shove my fist in em I need to wash my hands

Steffen

Bro, (bro) I'm a bro alright
cuz I'm a bro (bro) I'll fucking get into a fight
cuz I'm a bro (bro) I'm a bro alright
got my grits, and my bongs, and my fucking Bud Light
cuz I'm a bro (bro)
I'm a bro alright, cuz I'm a bro (bro)
you wouldn't know (know) you've never had a Natty Light
I'm a bro (bro) I'm a bro alright
got my grits, and my bongs, and my fucking bud light

Steffen

I'm high all the time like a fucking balloon
my dick stays soft when I hit the poon
yeah, shut the fuck up I know my dick aint workin'
don't be a fuckin' bitch girl, just keep jerkin'
damn, I know I'm not perfect, but I think I'm pretty close
I barely take roids bitch, I don't wanna overdose
this shit is all natural I hit the fucking gym
you wanna fuckin' fight you faggot, yeah your chances are slim
I'm drinking a forty while I drive my dad's car
yell at people for an hour, fall asleep at the bar
I'm eating Xanies at a party like it's carne asada
all my buddies want game, they aint getting' nada
I don't get fuckin' school al this shit is hard
I copy off this pussy, what I fucking retard
don't fucking call me stupid, bitch I'm smarter than you
I'll fuck you up like Nixon back in World War Two

Ryan

Hitchin' up the dirt bike goin' out to Glamis
got a Bryan Deegan autograph on my cast wrist
I'll hit the bong when my heart desires
my truck's never touched dirt, but I still got the tires
I love my bro hoes and I bring em to the bars
I wear flat billed hats with nautical stars
I rep the Spy sunglasses even when there's no sun
I'll kick anybody's ass, just for fucking fun
I drag around a bitch sportin' two-toned hair
fatty skater shoes, man you know you've got a pair
I rev my dirt bike because I love the way it sounds
my massive belt buckle has to weight a couple pounds
I love Southern Cali from Diego to the Valley
fuck another bitch, guess I'll scratch another tally
I rode my dirt bike to the Kingspade show
I've got tons of tattoos cuz I keep it fucking

Steffen

Who the fuck took my phone?!
Where the fuck is it?
I'm not fucking kidding with you faggots.
Ahhh shit, it's on the couch. Too fucking faded!

Ryan

I remember my first time smoking weed, faggot

Steffen

You need to shut the fuck up faggot. I'll beat the shit out of you.
FUCK
Alright bro, I'm a hang up. Alright, later bitch
Fuck, mobb out bitch

Ryan

See you later, faggy doo

Steffen

Fuck you

Box of Wine

Steffen

Everything is fine, when you have a….

Ryan

Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of fucking Wine
All the cash I had (had)
Stole it from my Dad (Dad)
Drink it out the bag (Bag)
What are you a fag? (Fag)
All the cash I had (had)
Stole it from my Dad (Dad)
Drink it out the bag (Bag)
What are you a fag? (Fag)
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of Wine, Box of Wine
Box of Wine, Box of WIne, Box of fucking Wine

Anton

Pulling up to Ralph's and I feel like hell
just trying to get my fill of some White Zinfandel

Steffen

I've got the sweet wine and that Chardonnay
Sold my clothes to buy Cabernet
Now I'm drunk as fuck, and I'm feeling punk
and I'm mobbing out so I don't have to pay

Chris

We're some classy motherfuckers sipping Sunset Blush
Just a day in the life of a broke-ass lush

Ryan

Pour the boxed wine into my open wound
If I get too drunk to rap, I'll just sing in Autotune

Act Sick

FUCK YOU, LISTEN UP

Steffen

This is ill shit, Terminally real shit
if you can't respect that, then get back and feel fists
and I mean that ain't Goofing' you, know green hats
you're fucking up and I'm Sultan bitch, so wash your hands, you street rat

Chris

T-Ill non-stop, punk rock and hip hop
album drop to the top, call that shit crunk rock
Hipsters, metal heads, fat broes, juggaloes,
technicians, punk rockers, mad dads, gutter hoes

Ryan

Fuckin' faggots reactin' actin' like what the fuck happened
there's no way that these punk-ass cats can be good at rappin'
will first off, FUCK YOU, second of all, LISTEN UP
pour one out for your childhood dreams, empty out that dixie cup

Anton

No facade here, no fashion, no false pretense
fuck your fabricated scene and everything it represents
a dose of ill flavor feed it to em' tip their chalk full
Terminally Ill verbally sodomize your ear hole

Chris

Just face it, we're famous you're nameless were shameless
We get stacks, you grab stacks, you eat snacks, you're aimless

Ryan

I murdered the rhyme scheme, left my jizz at the crime scene
I'm a special victims unit cop killer like Ice T

Anton

These haters aint about their paper, I'm perpetually on my grind
taking moon bags to the skull because I rep that box of wine

Steffen

These pigs try to roll me to elicit a reaction
But my Missy Misdemeanor got reduced to an infraction

Ryan

God used to hate us, but now he's dick ridin'

Anton

Too bad I don't need some phony faggot to confide in

Steffen

Why are you so surprised to see two gingers in one place?

Chris

Why do you despise white guys with freckles on their face?

Steffen

I don't need to wear a condom

Anton

When I'm fucking the system

Chris

I spray lyricism jizzum

Ryan

As I stick my dick in em'

Anton

You act like it's the apocalypse

Steffen

To see us doing well

Chris

Well, if it is the rapture

Ryan

I'll see your ass in hell

Steffen

Act Sick, Got no respect What's the point of living life if you don't have any regrets
Eat dick, and protect your neck, when you fuck with Terminally Ill you know you're fucking with the best
Act Sick, Got no respect What's the point of living life if you don't have any regrets
Eat dick, and protect your neck, when you fuck with Terminally Ill you know you're fucking with the best

Anton

I'm a rockstar, I promise, don't you recognize my face
hey there, bitch you've got big tits and it appears that they are fake
but, I'm not one for chasing tale although I have no fear
I prefer not to waste my time cuz all these bitches want to hear is
yolo, yolo you sound like fucking homo
I smoked some bath salts and ate the face straight off a hobo
what's the problem I was hungry and that shit was looking tender
got caught pissing in the park, now I'm a fucking sex offender?
Validate your life with all the pussy that you slam
sorry bro, I'm not impressed. I guess you're still your only fan
wanna take me down a peg? better get to chopping soon
I'm almost six foot five, you've got your work cut out for you
so, constantly convince yourself conceded confirmation
spewing empty words, hallow verbal masturbation
go ahead inflate your ego, tell yourself it's not that bad
as for respect that's just a virtue that I guess you've never had

Steffen

Act Sick, Got no respect What's the point of living life if you don't have any regrets
Eat dick, and protect your neck, when you fuck with Terminally Ill you know you're fucking with the best
Act Sick, Got no respect What's the point of living life if you don't have any regrets
Eat dick, and protect your neck, when you fuck with Terminally Ill you know you're fucking with the best

Ryan

The only thing I'm proud of is my musical metamorphosis
it's molding so meticulous even mormons beg for more of of this
of course I'm pissed at conformist shit, middle finger to all you whores and tricks
wack-ass rappers can force a fist and dick in every orifice

Stefen

Get your mind out of the garbage and stop it with the trash talk
Cuz I'm a pair of Converses and you're a pair of Airwalks
It means you're lower quality, I think that you should know it
So that when my dick presents itself instinctively you blow it

Chris

Act Sick til' you get famous
self-proclaimed fame can you really blame us?
Get to the show late, drunk, eyes dilated
A little over confident a little under educated

Ryan

Sick sticker on your LA hat I'll smack it off your fucking head
you've never lived in LA, you lived in Brea with your mom and dad
self-entitled fags tell me they don't like the rhymes I spit
that's funny motherfucker I don't see you rapping shit!

Act Sick. Fuck you.

OC Struggz

Ryan

You know I'm reppin' OC struggz, these hardships are a daily thing
cuz everybody that I know's related to a Kottonmouth King
it's hard being surrounded by so many special girls and boys
they all blow me away with their insightful thoughts and suburban noise
you can find me mergin' gulpin' Surge and drinking forties
drinking backwards on the 91 at 4:20 in the morning
screaming FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS, THEY AINT GOT SHIT ON ME
I'll stike you down with the force of the Fullerton P.D.
I don't wanna make you cry, or burst your fucking bubble
but the Earth does not revolve around your Orange County struggles
and nobody really gives a shit about your fucking street bike
and by the way, your family crest tattoo is fucking sweet, PSYCHE!

Ashley

Summer time liven' in the O.C.
hit up Bradley Nowell's grave and smoke a bleezey
all the faggots at the raves will agree that we're
well qualified to represent the real O.C.
Me, G.D.P. drunk at a party, puke on some bitches it gets harder

Chorus

Do it like this, It's the place to be. Terminally Ill reps Orange County

Ryan

Call up Lit, they're my homies, go to Slidebar, that's my spot
Give me a ride, smoke me out, tell your mom that I think she's hot

Chris

Driving drunk, think I'm sober, but you know that I'm not
Forty ounces til' I'm free, Bradley singing What I Got

Ryan

Anacrime, Disneyland, busting rhymes on the sand
getting drunk at the mall, playing shows, getting banned

Steffen

What the fuck? Where's my keys?
Hold my drink, Wait, where's my weed?
Don't drive me to Corona, that's not OC
Puffin' in my pipe Terminally Ill OG

Chris

Well, I'm from the county of seven and a fourth
they keep it ill in the south, they say hella in the north
so many fine ladies, they're out of my reach
this is why I keep my shirt on when I go to the beach
hyphe like Tech, shots, and Evans Lager
stumble across PCH like a fucked up-ass Frogger
force a verb, just to get my noun
Brea, Yorba Linda, Fullerton, and P TOOOOOOOWN
it's apparent to our parents we're consistently incoherent
our dads are getting mad, but we're not trying to fucking hear it
it's been a long time since you've ben proud of these kids
chug a forty ounce, as I'm yelling out SNIDS!!!

Ashley

Summer time living in the O.C.
hit up Bradley Nowell's grave and smoke a bleezey
all the faggots at the raves will agree that we're
well qualified to represent the real O.C.
Me, G.D.P. drunk at a party, puke on some bitches it gets harder

Chorus

Do it like this, It's the place to be. Terminally Ill reps Orange County

Ashley

Summer time living in the O.C.
hit up Bradley Nowell's grave and smoke a bleezey
all the faggots at the raves will agree that we're
well qualified to represent the real O.C.
Me, G.D.P. drunk at a party, puke on some bitches it gets harder

Chorus

Do it like this, It's the place to be. Terminally Ill reps Orange County

Steffen

Orange County, California. Fuck ups know I'm reppin'
doing heroine in mansions while you dubbers out there stepping
Arizona's in my cup holder, straight up fucking rotten
making references to 90's songs that your friends have forgotten
Yes I'm pale, never gonna fail, smoke a lot of weed but I never exhale
talk a lot of shit, but I do it on the real, coughing out blood cuz I'm Terminally Ill
pass that shit, ash that shit, give me your check I'm a cash that shit
blow a lot of cash on hash and shit, whatever's left over goes to gas and chicks

Ashley

O.C. bitches giving us a name.
Fuck their four inch heels and your Louis Vuitton frames
Got a T.V. show, The fucking Real O.C.
But all that looks like was some dumb bitches to me
Where's the real good shit, the fucking O.C. hood shit?
90's were a ten, what the fuck happened to Gwen?
Your oompa loompa spray tan's a goddamn disgrace
wake up, take a piss, rub Nutella on your face
thanks to The Beach Boy's giving us a name
shout out to the strangers, aren't you glad you came?

Livin' The Dream

Chris Rock

in the valey of the oranges life's not always what it seems
river littered with syringes but we're still liven' our dream
if you look past the overcast you will see us living lavishly
live fast, cuz this won't last. So this is how it has to be
My liver needs a break, but there's no time for a vacation
This is damage that you take when you choose this occupation
Fumando Mota! Fiesta, caja bino.
We are always living large seta mii de bertito
We've got like two 30 blocks and a wine in the box
and we're not fucking turning down until that old bitch calls the cops
nihilistic arrogant, boarder line alcoholic
we get paid to yell at people, call it what you want to call it
the army denied me, the best thing that ever happened
hey, look at these kids now getting free beer just for rapping

Chorus

You did you while we did the most
you got high on the couch while we toured the west coast
you do you while we're livin' the dream
fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything
Livin' the dream

Ryan

I wake up fucked up and I puke my way through breakfast
I muster up enough ambition to drink a 40 while watching Netflix
And now I'm drenched in puke and sweat, and I'm trying to forget all my regrets
I'm so upset that I threw my full Steel Reserve at the Television set and I'm a mess
But nonetheless, you know I'm always liven' the dream and under-achieving, punk rock screaming, drowning your girlfriend's face in semen
screaming at drunks in dirty dive bars and getting paid in pitchers of beer
blasphemous blast beat rhythmic limericks rocket boosting my rap career
So, if you don't like the tone of my vocal chords blown
You think I shouldn't screa and man into a cordless microphone
Well, allow me to present livin' the dream rosetta stone
So you can stop being a bitch and spending your night sad and alone
You see, terminally Ill has got the rap game in a choke hold
Got these pussies locked up in a musical stockholm
syndrome, the rhythm, is too deep within them
we're cumin inside the system and spawning a demon exorcism

Anton

I'm not trying to try too hard, so please try to understand
If I don't meet your expectations it was all part of the plan
I'm tired, indifferent, and my dreams have all but died
There's a void inside my mind where stedfast values go to die
I'll get my life started, starting tomorrow
Until then I'll sit here and drown in my sorrow
cognitive dissonance got me envisioning
walking the walk but my feet just aren't listening
All I'm trying to do is eat these fucking chicken tenders
Bitch, I asked for Barbeque, is that so hard to remember?

Chorus

You did you while we did the most
you got high on the couch while we toured the west coast
you do you while we're livin' the dream
fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything
Livin' the dream

Steffen

Happy to be here, life is a pleasure
Smoking some meth and watch National Treasure
I'm Nick Cajon not shrimp
I'm Dwayne Rock Johnson, you're Limp (Bizkit)
Lost all my fingers, I can't double fist it
Aimed for the stars, I guess I just missed it
Mad at the bar (that's a bad start), mad at the venue (Now it's an art)
Pay us to drink and then take things apart
Not too bad, right. To me, that shit's tight
Call out the crowd and then sleep well at night
I'd ike to believe it's not worse than it seems, but when I wake up I'm

Livin' the Dream

Shit Talkin'

Steffen

I go harder than mothafuckin' granite
what you think you had a bad year? Guess what bitch, I planned it.
Terminally Ill coming at you fast. What, you want a ride? Bitch I need gas money.
Laugh it up, it ain't funny. Like your eyes like I like my eggs, runny.

Ryan

I bet you've got a lot to say, I know it's so astounding
I'm in awe at your genius brain, your thoughts are so smart sounding
keep pounding away on your dick all day, keep lying to yourself everything is okay
quick to be a critic even though you've never spit it, leather jacket never pitted and say my band is gay

Steffen

And I bet you think you're badder than me, well I know for a fact that you're not madder than me
you're gonna be so disapointed when I tell your fucking ass that you're annoying
you consider yourself a masterpiece, well I wish you were dead months past deceased
with your blood shot eyes and your voices, bet you wish you would've made some better choices

Anton

look you'll never get to our level we're never desheveled
benevolent rebels dominating the bass elevating the treble
You're broken, emulate my rhymes and you'll be choking
I'm open to the idea of you crocking
Cuz I find it kind of funny how your mouth is always running and you've got so much to say and it's quite amusing how you're always choosing to take issues with our ways
When you're 2 Punk 2 Serious, and our style makes you furious
Tried to see your point of view, but I guess I'm just not that curious
And that's that shit that I really want to say and I shouldn't cuz it's rude but I do it anyways
and I walk to the store with a hand full cash throw it down on the table grab a beer from the back and
Put it to my lips just to try to calm my mood, cause I swear to God if you say swagger one more time, I'll fucking murder you

Ryan

I'm drowning in the shit you're talking, but boredom will be the death of me
You can keep running your mouth all night, but nothing you're saying's impressing me
Want to come to me and talk about the punk scene, been paling in punk bands since I was sixteen
Before Terminally Ill, it was Nine Inch Males, and Vegetable Lobotomy
So get off your high horse, that saddle's riding up your ass
I know you love that feeling, but the joy you get will surely pass
When you wake up and realize you need to self-defect
Cuz you ain't got shit to show, but Terminally Ill some damn respect, bitch

Chris

So we drink too much, like way too often
More often than not our nights are forgotten
By the time we're not hungover we're already over being sober
But when you get free beer it's kind of hard to keep composure
But you'd be this way too if you actually played shows
But look at you. What do you do? Beer pong on back patios
Smoking shit and talking blunts, oh yeah great freestyle
Come on douche bags follow Terminally Ill in single file

Steffen

They say I have an ego, but I don't own an E-Cig
I ain't quitting nothing, continue fronting tip we get big
Walk up in the club, like a motherfuckin' scarecrow
I leave these corny pussies looking around, like Where'd the birds go?
Probably back to my place, fuck her different angles like Myspace
She gets irate, when I eye rape without putting that bitch on my top 8
She yells Bacon… Like these strippers are begin' to please us
She gets cross faded, her knees scraping, I nail her like she's Jesus

Steffen

And I bet you think you're badder than me, well I know for a fact that you're not madder than me
you're gonna be so disapointed when I tell your fucking ass that you're annoying
you consider yourself a masterpiece, well I wish you were dead months past deceased
with your blood shot eyes and your voices, bet you wish you would've made some better choices

Steffen

O.C. Punks have had their say, it's clear they don't approve

Chris

They say we're not a punk band, just a bunch of drunken goons

Ryan

Now I cry myself to sleep and cut my wrists down to my hands

Anton

I still don't understand what it means to be in a punk band

Chris

You drink and fight, got chains and spikes, I king amongst the fools

Steffen

A group that hates authority with a million fuckin' rules

Ryan

All that wasted time and beer to kill the normal life you fear

Anton

Your docs and tats don't change the fact that you're the biggest poseur here

Meth Clouds and Cigaretts

Chris

So I spend all day doing heroin
Lying our friends that we're on suboxone
Some foil and a straw, a puddle and a pipe
We don't shoot it up, so it's makes it alright
I've put a lot of shit in my nose before
Got a couple cute girls out of clothes before
The party's winding down baby, close the door
Come on pretty lady get your knees on the floor
I've got to angles and they're both me
They both love to hate me secretly
This rivalry sobriety is giving my anxiety
It's time for me to lie to me and oh my God, honestly
I drink too much, like way too often
More often than not, my nights are forgotten
By the time I'm not hunger over, I'm already over being sober
Is that enough to win your fucking parents over

Ryan

The Meth Clouds

Steffen

Cigarettes

Ryan

Heroin

Steffen

A life of no regrets

Ryan

The Meth Clouds

Steffen

Cigarettes

Ryan

Heroin

Steffen

A life of no regrets

Chris

It's like half of what I say I make up, it's all bullshit
On behalf of myself I don't trust me, I'll pull shit
Took a couple pills, fell in love with a girl
I ate a hand full of shrooms, fell in love with the world
Now they both love me back, but I only want more
Til' I'm on my back foaming from my mouth to the floor
It's like once you've had nothing, anything is everything
And don't you think it's something we would give away that anything
Just to get something that we once had back, recreation turns to habit when you swear that you hadn't
Look what you did, now you're just a fucking drug addict
Everybody knows and you think that they don't
You say you'll stop soon, but we all know you won't
Your lies are your life, however you're still my friend
You said you never fell off, where the fuck have you been?
If you fuck up, I guess I'll be hear again

Ryan

The Meth Clouds

Steffen

Cigarettes

Ryan

Heroin

Steffen

A life of no regrets

Ryan

The Meth Clouds

Steffen

Cigarettes

Ryan

Heroin

Steffen

A life of no regrets

Ryan

Dude, honestly, thanks for the kind words and shit. But I don't have a fucking problem. My life is fucking fine. I just like to do
METH
for breakfast on my special day
COKE
Lines that lead me on my way to
CRACK
Loosing teeth and having fun
PILLS
tons and tons and tons and tons of
ecstasy and ketamine, LSD and Dramamine
Codine, PCP, Lirsterine, James Dean
Can't remember what I'm on
Passed out on my neighbor's lawn

White Boy Problems

Ryan

It's the hard knock life for a white boy in the rap game
fuck that faggot Asher Roth giving us a bad name

Steffen

I'm a blonde rapper, and I'm not into the dick

Chris

And I'm a fucking ginger, and I still hit up the chicks

Steffen

RAA, FarmVille, Motherfucking VIVO
The symptoms of a weakened mind, the trinity of evil

Chris

I ran so far away like a fucking flock of seagulls
making Snoop Dogg and Pitbul look like a pack of beagles

Ryan

My grill's not gold plated the record won't go platinum
no evil record company benefactor like Miss Havishum

Steffen

Bloop, there's a message bitch, from a shot caller
Hit me up online, I'm a Facebook baller

Ryan

Takin' web cam pics of me blowing out smoke

Chris

Creepin' on your photos as I take another toke

Steffen

I like your fucking status dude, what a funny joke
I'm a hit up your g.f. and give that bitch a poke

Chorus

White skin and money's not enough to keep me grinnin'
I need drugs, alcohol, and sex with many women
I've had a good life, but I've got white boy problems
need to walk up in a club and have a black bitch solve them

Uh huh, we know what it is!

Steffen

so what, you smoke weed. Get Wiz out the fucking biz

Ryan

Oh what, you're high?

Steffen

That's completely irrelevant

Ryan

What's up 92'

Steffen

That is not a new development

Ryan

Middle finger out the window as I drift through the red light
we're racing for pinks, that's what Paul Walker said, right?

Steffen

I Wanna move out, but I can't afford the rent
I'm already skippin' meals gave up religion for rent

Ryan /h3>

My Dad bought my tattoo, so I got the family crest,
But I'm kind of mad about it, cuz I wanted XXX

Steffen

Chivalry is dead, yeah I know it is, I killed it bitch!

Ryan

Did you call her back, bro?

Steffen

What are you, a fucking snitch?

Ryan

You better stop this bullshit, you're actin' a fool
I don't wanna beef it up like DMX and Ja Rule

Steffen

Sorry bout it little girl, didn't know you had a clit

Ryan

Apology rejected, I'll see you in the pit!

Chorus

White skin and money's not enough to keep me grinnin'
I need drugs, alcohol, and sex with many women
I've had a good life, but I've got white boy problems
need to walk up in a club and have a black bitch solve them

Chris

I wasn't raised by the streets and I've never been shot

Anton

That's not to say that I've never been harassed by the cops
those fucking faggots always sweat me when I cruise in my Laredo

Chris

120 in a sixty-five, you know I aint afraid though

Anton

My street creed is lacking, what I've got will still suffice
cuz at the end of my day my 401K is looking nice

Chris

I slang fat sacks, and you know that I grow this

Anton

I'm hungry like the wolf and I hootie like a blowfish

Chris

White tuna albacore cracker, motherfucker
I passed out at Stagecoach and missed Darius Rucker

Anton

I'm whiter than the white on a porcelain toilet

Chris

I haven't seen Harry Potter yet, so don't fucking spoil it
You might catch me ricin' dirty with a fat sack of yayo
I will not touch a meal without a fat stack of mayo

Anton

Call me Ocampo cuz you know I'm down to kill
Take me to the doctor, I'm feeling pretty ill.

Chorus

White skin and money's not enough to keep me grinnin'
I need drugs, alcohol, and sex with many women
I've had a good life, but I've got white boy problems
need to walk up in a club and have a black bitch solve them

Life Advice from Terminally Ill

Ryan

Terminally Ill has played the game for quite some time now
we've got some worlds of wisdom and you're about to find out

Steffen

yeah, that life sucks and there's no point in trying
I could get a fucking job, but I'd rather be frying

Anton

You could get good grades, or you could get real drunk
It's an obvious choice when you're trying to be punk

Chris

Speaking of drugs, you can sell them to kids
And if they overdose wipe the puke with their bibs

Steffen

And if the cops come, don't fucking trip
I pull out my nine and pop in the clip and

Ryan

BLAHM BLAHM someone just lost a dad
Now he's leaving work early in a body bag

Chris

Now this means that you get to smoke weed at home
And explore all the wonders of drinking alone

Anton

So let your dreams die and devolve into dust
Cuz when you're fucked up enough you could kick it with us

Chrous

Fuck everything you've ever known cuz you don't know shit
Fuck everything that you will ever know, cuz you don't know shit
Life Advice from Terminally Ill, Life Advice from Terminally Ill
A little Life Advice from Terminally Ill, Life Advice from Terminally Ill

Ryan

Never trust a hippy, and never trust the government
One wills ell you shitty drugs, and the other is irrelevant
Taxes are wack, they make your wax turn black
And then I smoke that nasty shit into a war vet flashback

Steffen

Huffing different colored pains, puke and taste the rainbow
punch a cop and break your hand and drink until the pain goes
Cuz I can roll a fatty joint without a fucking ligamant
I'm not a fucking child, pop a molly, I don't need a mint

Anton

Innocence is life's greets illusion
Everyone's a piece of shit, you're not exempt, no exclusions
So fuck doing the right thing, the morally uptight thing
Lie, Cheat, Steal, Rape and Pillage tip your hear sings

Chris

Don't sign a lease on your lfe, you've got to make it your own
Steal your soul back from the devil and default on the loan
Announce a house party to get bitches excited
Take the money for their beer and say "you're not invited"

Chrous

Fuck everything you've ever known cuz you don't know shit
Fuck everything that you will ever know, cuz you don't know shit
Life Advice from Terminally Ill, Life Advice from Terminally Ill
A little Life Advice from Terminally Ill, Life Advice from Terminally Ill

Ryan

Talking to a bitch I want to fuck, she wants to fight

Steffen

So I roll up to her house in the middle of the night

Ryan

I put a brick into her window and a fist into her dad's mouth

Steffen

Stole her weed and family car and started heading down south

Ryan

2K13 the beginning of an era

Steffen

Cruising down to San Diego in a Nissan Xterra

Ryan

This is a movement, it's bigger than us

Steffen

This is a movement, it's bigger than us!

Life advice