(chorus:)i can't hear f*ckin thing, i wish this sh*t would change. and, i can't hear a mutha-f*ckin thing, cuz, your p*ssy's my fame.
 i could be rich, and loose this b*tch, of a h*. and i won't see this, cuz, bull-sh*t.
 (chorus)
 i'll turn away, but only for now. i've f*cked you up all day, it's time to put it down. i cannot withstand your mutha-f*ckin b*tch a** h* p*ssy sh*t d*ck face. it's a f*ckin dis..grace!
     just what the f*ck are you!?
 (chorus)
 this is f*ckin sh*t. you mess with this d*ck. i'll blown you away, that's f*ckin what they--say