F**k The Facts Lyrics

F**k The Facts lyrics

Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about bit*h 

Me I`m a victim of a young girl`s suck 
Feeling the emotions through my body as* butt 
Everytime I see her in that god damned dress 
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that`s what I have to confess 

Ah, that`s me ya what you see ya 
Telling `bout my stomach and my feels ya 
Ah that`s me ya, watcha see ya 
Telling bout, telling bout me ya 

This is a thing that everybody knows about 
Every boy and bit*h so myself I mustn`t worry about 
Easy to find, huh, hard to lose 
So me myself and I, we got no chance to choose 

I can`t tell ya what I feel ya 
This is a motherf**king problem that I hate ya 
I can`t tell ya what I feel ya 
I hate it but I take it but I try to surpress ya 

Chorus: 
f**k, said f**k, f**k, said f**k the facts 
f**k, said f**k, f**k, said f**k the facts 

In addition to the point I was talking about 
You must remember my name and all my habits and my attitude 
So listen to the things that I`ve got to tell 
My name is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G 

Hit the bass in the face seven days of the week ya 
Hanging `round my posse that`s what everybody needs ya 
Me and my band, that`s what I stay for - stay for 
Me and my band, that`s what I pray for - pray for 

Music has a use for my personality 
Cause if I`d loose it I wouldn`t stand it if you know what mean 
My heart is hundred percent music that`s what I feel ya - feel ya 
I feel the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so 

I try to combine my f**king emos to the bit*h hit 
Try to fight it with my music as hatred 
I try to combine my f**king emos to the bit*h hit 
Try to combine it with my music as hatred 

Chorus 

What about my girl, man? 
What about my music, man? 
Ina bona lita 
I can`t stand that shit...