Falling Down Lyrics

Hook:
Legend! f*ck it!
(x8)

Verse 1:
Gotta cock
And shoot at imposters who try to take advantage of you like a prostitute
Do what you got to do
They run your pockets through
Until you pop them in the corner like a boxer do
f*ck
They snakes like cobras
Reach quotas
Cheat a motherf*cker
Money is the motive
So bogus like the POTUS
There is nothing in our hearts
But our bullets fully loaded
I've been living too lone
Never met nobody like me
Better write it on my tombstone
Bad mood
Attitude prone
Wanna club a motherf*cker
Marowak them like I'm Cubone
It's about time we break
Only get one chance motherf*cker
No replay
Exhale, lungs deflate
Counting 1, 2, 3, everybody now we say…

Hook:
Legend! f*ck it!
(x8)

Sample from 'Falling Down':
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: EXCUSE ME. I don't know if you have noticed it or not, but there are other people waiting to use the phone here Bill Foster: There are?
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: Yeah
Bill Foster: There's other people who want to use the phone?
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: That's right, you selfish asshole
Bill Foster: Well, that's too bad. Because you know what?
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: What?

[firing a machine gun into the phone booth]

Verse 2:
I got more to do
I am not done so I will continue
Insert the motherf*cking bamboo chutes underneath your fingernails And they're turning them loose
There is no point to complain
Doesn't make no sense (cents)
There is no change
Better see the bigger picture
There is no frame
I ain't ever taking credit
There is no claim
So they all say…

Legend! f*ck it!
(x8)

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