Throwin' Down - Psychostick

Hey, I get it You wanna run my life!

Why don’t you stick an antenna up my ass

and make me your own satellite

You bitch

why the hell you gotta make it so damn tough

I could find a cure for cancer

but it wouldn’t be enough

You seem

to think

that I’m a money tree

since your only big concern is

«How much will he spend on me?»

That’s it!

I’ve had it!

I can’t take anymore!

If you can’t see that you’re wrong,

I can show you to the door!

Tell me what do you want from me?

My body?

My soul?

If there any relief for me?

From you?

Hell no.

I won’t listen to you

Until your mouth is shut.

and we don’t gotta throw down

just 'cause the toilet seat’s up.

I know, that you

Suck

I know that you

blow

I know that I’m

fucked

I know that I can’t say no END OF CHORUS

You’ve got the nerve

to tell me how to drive

when you’ve been in so many wrecks

it’s amazing you’re alive

Plus you’re hogging all the oxygen

since all you do is talk

give me one good reason not to make you get out here and walk

NO, that doesn’t mean I think

You’re overweight

I tell you all the time,

I think that you look great!

But HEY, does it matter

with anything I say?

Since I’m always wrong

and didn’t do the dishes yesterday!

I know that you suck

I know that you blow

I know that I’m…