Most Hated
I live my life as an outcast
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Most hated from day one
I find solace in solitude
Take my life in stride with a bad attitude
Fuck what you know
Fuck what you think
Until you say it to my face, your talk is fucking cheap
Fuck what you've heard
Fuck your self-esteem
Try talking shit when you're spitting out your teeth
I try to watch my mouth, but these words, they just keep coming out
It must stem back from the days of my youth
All these uptight pricks trying to tell me what to do
I'm going to do what I do
Fuck you
I'm 'a let that beat drop
Most hated
Go
The outcasts of society
We don't run the world
We run these streets
The outlaws of society
We don't ask for justice
We run these streets
The outcasts of society
We don't run the world
We run these streets
The outlaws of society
We don't ask for justice
We run these streets
Think you're on top because you came out stomping
Guess again
With the nod of my head, you'll be six feet deep, sealed up in a coffin
It must stem back from the days of my youth
I guess I'll go through life with a bad attitude
I'm 'a let that beat drop
Most hated
Go
You arrogant fuck
You think you're influential
You can't say shit, so we wrote an instrumental
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Most hated from day one
I find solace in solitude
Take my life in stride with a bad attitude
Fuck what you know
Fuck what you think
Until you say it to my face, your talk is fucking cheap
Fuck what you've heard
Fuck your self-esteem
Try talking shit when you're spitting out your teeth
I try to watch my mouth, but these words, they just keep coming out
It must stem back from the days of my youth
All these uptight pricks trying to tell me what to do
I'm going to do what I do
Fuck you
I'm 'a let that beat drop
Most hated
Go
The outcasts of society
We don't run the world
We run these streets
The outlaws of society
We don't ask for justice
We run these streets
The outcasts of society
We don't run the world
We run these streets
The outlaws of society
We don't ask for justice
We run these streets
Think you're on top because you came out stomping
Guess again
With the nod of my head, you'll be six feet deep, sealed up in a coffin
It must stem back from the days of my youth
I guess I'll go through life with a bad attitude
I'm 'a let that beat drop
Most hated
Go
You arrogant fuck
You think you're influential
You can't say shit, so we wrote an instrumental
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Eash, Jonathan Cooke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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