P.M.R.C.

Bullshit, don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit, yeah, ha

What's the matter with kids today
There's so much trouble let's take that noise away
Or that's what fucking helms would say
When he sees the kids aren't acting the right way
Helms looks at the music
But that's not the problem
If a kid can't handle a two-live crew song
It's because society's in the wrong

Is there no solution
They keep kids in a strong hold illusion

An explicit lyric to you may be truth to me
But it's the enemy of the world around me
An old man is cussin' and stompin'
At the way we live and the way we try
To do our best in our world but he doesn't ask why

Bullshit censorship motherfucker
You tell me what not to say
No fucking way

They hear rap or metal, they're in a panic
If their kid doesn't hear it he's still a fucking manic
Censorship won't make him or her any better
A constricted kid will always be a bed-wetter

Bullshit, don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit
Don't tell me bullshit, yeah, haha
Bullshit



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan T Kienlen, Peter William Steinkopf, Gregory A Attonito, Shalendar S Khichi
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