Fuck You All Lyrics

Dude, I'm starting to realize it's not my fault that I can't have a good time when I go out.
When I leave the house for that matters. Yo.

For the chicks in expensive clothes,
Looking for a place to stick their nose, standing there in a bitchy pose.
With your arms crossed acting like you're too beautiful
To have a good time... NOBODY LIKES YOU!

To Gregory, the guy of my job,
The two-faced snob, that will stab you in the back for a raise.
And he starts another workroom on every other day.
Man fúck him and say NOBODY LIKES YOU!

And to the frab boys,
Racist; rowdy; violent; toxicated; acting real childish.
Daybreak drugs, abercrombie, co-add.
They get Dave Matthews band-fanshirts NOBODY LIKES YOU!

To the white girls that act like gangsters, and talk like:
"Aww hell no girl, that bitch keep looking at me
I'm a go get my motherfúcking shotgun out the trunk"
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah shut up. NOBODY LIKES YOU!

[Chorus: x2]
I'm gonna die but it's not my time.
I got a warm ass heart that I cannot find.
But the pressure in the world is gonna break my spine
So I gotta let it out right now
Like FUCK YOU ALL!

There's a club in my city called "Blonde",
It's like a freaking nightclub version of Bed Bath & Beyond.
You got a fake tan 'til your skin turns bronze,
If you wanna get in but uh NOBODY LIKES IT!

Cool man you got a new car,
It's got a nice stereo in it. All the windows are tanned.
You got leather seats and the rims were expensive.
But shut the up about it: NOBODY LIKES IT!

To the guys, that manufacture XTC, thank you
It dehydrates you and fills your head with brain goose
Somebody created techno music on your dumb synthetic drug man
NOBODY LIKES IT!

Every four years the presidenticy could be different.
But everybody's lazy and no one wants to listen.
There's powers and numbers but people wanna play videogames
'cause man fúck voting. NOBODY LIKES IT!

[Chorus x4]

Ah, club sive
Ey yo yo yo yo
Hey man, complaining that you don't hear good music on the radio and you don't see good music on mtv and shit. It's like complaining that you can't get a good fucking steak at T.G.I. Friday's. Which you can.