Deuce Deuce

Every day we are force fed with compiling stress
 But not a single worry will ever cross me
 Choices mean vices, we all have our thing
 The party's in session so crown me the king
 Do you like to lose control?
 Sex, drugs, and death metal
 Fill out the form and sign below, so
 Choices mean vices, we all have our thing
 The party's in session so crown me the king
 What the fuck is up?
 When everybody fucking talks shit
 Everybody fucking talks shit
 What the fuck, what the fuck is up?
 When everybody fucking talks shit
 Everybody fucking talks shit
 What the fuck
 Yeah we're gonna break it down like nobody ever has before
 'Cause we're young and fucked up
 Poppin' da blunts up, high in the dirty south
 Until the breath is taken from my lungs
 I'll be spittin' a fat-track attack like a rapper on crack
 Lies gargle through my veins
 Minds start to go insane
 Where do we put the blame?
 Emotion is just a fucking game
 Oh, pieces are shattered
 None of this mattered
 Disregard the fine print
 So do you like to lose control?
 Sex, drugs, and death metal
 Fill out the form and sign below, so
 So choices mean vices, we all have our thing
 The party's in session so crown me the king
 Oh, it's apparent
 Haven't you figured us out by now?
 Oh, where my bitches?
 Haven't you figured us out by now?
 Oh, it's apparent
 Haven't you figured us out by now?
 Oh, where my bitches?
 Haven't you figured us out by now?