Woorden: Bad Genes. Prove 'Em Wrong. Outta Control.

No respect for anything,
No respect for anyone
There?s no good that?s left in me,
Destruction is what I do for fun

No control of what I say
No control of what I do
Don?t monitor my fucking life
I won?t stay in line for you

I?m outta control

Expect me to live you way
Expect me to make a change
I will not re-think my life
Just because you think I?m strange

No respect for anything
No respect for anyone
Don?t care about what you say
I don?t care about anyone

I?m outta control

Mindless kids with no fucking sense
Is what I?m tired of always hearing
I get this shit everyday, cuz of the
Clothes that I?m fucking wearing
I won?t change for anyone,
You can?t alter my fucking views
This is the way I?m gonna live
This is the lifestyle that I choose

Don?t you fucking understand?
I?m out of control