Woorden:
Green Day Fuck Off And Die

Vertaling: Green Day. FOD (Fuck Off And Die).

My belly's aching now to say to say... You're just... a fuck,I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck. I'm take...in pride in telling you to fuck off and

you know with perfect nails and toes A round cinibun head under them clothes I know you wanna go and smoke out Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House You and

watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin',

off the words I say Because this type of pimpin' happens every day My mind's blown off fine champagne So bent on currency, got green in my vein So damn

scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and

cash your checks and get up Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why? 'Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts And

the thugs and hustlas Ain't no bustas in the Mo Thug game And it gets me out of all miseries Follow the benefits, stay in place As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and

and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team