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isolated beingz - p.s.k. lyrics

[intro]
hi, i’m tim webster. we’re outside the vmas on the red carpet. we are here now with__ oh, my god! he’s got a gun!
everybody freeze! don’t even breathe! isolated beingz, b_tch! what the f_ck? you wasn’t invited? let me see! let me see the numbers b_tch!
don’t you f_ckin’ move, seacrest
my god!

[chorus: ruthless rob]
pop pop! f_ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f_ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f_ck these f_ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f_ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh_t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f_ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh_t

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
i’m a pop star k!ller, f_ck what you say
f_ck the radio and your whack dj
britney spears gave me a vj
then i scalped the b_tch, she said crime does pay
sent her on her way, then i moved to the next one
f_ck the mainstream, i got ’em in check son
peep the resurrection, swallow my erection
wicked sh_t representin’, break your neck son
get ’em done with a one two three
f_ck the industry and the fake ass g’s
actin’ like you hard with a small ass t
i’ll break your f_ckin’ jaw if you f_cks with me
i’ll k!ll your grandma with a broke cd
you wanna smoke my weed and act like you down?
please, b_tch freeze and run that sh_t
i seen them platinum plaques, b_tch, i want that sh_t (heh)
[chorus: 2_face & ruthless rob]
pop pop! f_ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f_ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f_ck these f_ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f_ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh_t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f_ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh_t

[verse 2: 2_face]
still run around the vmas with a hand grenade
and a seven_inch blade, stabbin’ stars in the face
i saw avril and choked that sl_t with her tie
her eyes rolled back in her head as she died
sneakin’ in the back, i see two fine_ass racks
mackin’ on lindsay lohan and brooke hogan
i left them b_tches swimmin’ in a blood_filled ocean
then i took a hit of what they been smokin’
now i’m on pcp and i don’t give a sh_t
threw the grenade at the bad good charlotte
straight lunatic, i stabbed the fall out boys
yellin’ “where my zombiez at? bring on the noise!”
i took off my ass and shook timberlake’s hand
i broke all the awards and i p_ssed all the fans
took off my pants and i did the murder boogie
then i stuck my fist up ashlee simpson’s cookie
[chorus: 2_face & ruthless rob]
pop pop! f_ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f_ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f_ck these f_ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f_ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh_t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f_ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh_t

[verse 3: ruthless rob & 2_face]
pop star b_tch, i’ma pop that ass
take your f_ckin’ life when i drop that ass
and straight cop some grass and smoke a blunt to your death
it’s a celebration with a hole in your chest
i k!lled a whole nation, leave it a mess
it’s wicked sh_t for life, it ain’t goin’ to rest
you b_tches know we the best, we f_ckin’ sell out, f_g
i kick the wicked sh_t and leave you in a body bag (facts!)
take your top ten and shove it up your ass, f_g
you don’t write lyrics so why you trynna brag?
you get toe tagged or left on a hook (woohoo!)
it’s pop star k!ller and i’m playin’ the crook
yo i wrote the book how to murder these pop stars
dance like a girl so why you tryna act hard?
drivin’ in a fast car, yo, it makes me sick
you suck your manager’s d_ck just to get an album hit
[chorus: 2_face & ruthless rob]
pop pop! f_ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f_ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f_ck these f_ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f_ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh_t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f_ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh_t
pop pop! f_ck all the billboards, man
pop pop! f_ck that grammy in your hand
pop pop! f_ck these f_ggot boy bands
yo, it’s p.s.k., f_ck ’em all, murderland
i’m a pop star k!ller and i’m runnin’ this sh_t
run up in your record label with a gun and some clips
ain’t n0body in they right mind f_ckin’ with this
ib comin’ through with the wickedest sh_t

- isolated beingz lyrics

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