Proposition Fuck You Songtext
von Methods of Mayhem feat. Filthee Immigrants

Are you tired of hanging out in your car
And getting sweated by the boys in blue?
Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving
Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?
If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends
This November, when you go up to that ballot box and you see the proposition marked
"Fuck you", you know what to do

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew
You know what to do tell ′em "Fuck you", it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets
With your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin′ brew, who?
You ain′t got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition

"Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked"


Step into the ballot box
Blowing up the motherfuckin′ spot, tired of these cops
Tired of these judges, tired of the rules
Waitin' ′til the day to tell 'em all, "Fuck you"
Playin' two, ′cause it ain′t enough
Got the boyz in blue still roughin' me up
On the T.V. news still talking it up
Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin′ it up

Methods of Mayhem, Filthy and Dutch
I walk up in your party and I'm spikin′ the punch
If you've had enough, you know what to do
"Vote yes!" On proposition fuck you

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew (crew)
You know what to do tell ′em "Fuck you", it's a proposition (ha)
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition
Hangin′ on back in the streets
With your peeps smokin′ weed, drinkin' brew, who? (Who?)
You ain′t got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition

Filthee, Tommy Lee, steppin' casually
Middle finger in the air for everybody to see
Obviously you haven′t read over my proposition (huh-uh)
"Fuck you", collectively runnin' the opposition
Opposition, proposition upon exposure
Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin′ over
I told ya, motion like pottery, stop the monopoly
We turnin′ real nigga's that burn, learn to do it properly


Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew (crew)
You know what to do tell ′em "Fuck you", it's a proposition (ha)
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets
With your peeps smokin′ weed, drinkin' brew, who?
You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it′s a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition

"Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked"

Go on take away welfare, medicare
Start riots everywhere, my style she could need some health care
I am well prepared, proposition fuck you, ammunition buck you
Gotta bud a crew
Who da farmers? House senate takin′ over congress
Show 'em how to keep it on this passive judgment
Blastin′ on the government, no paper, green card
By law we rock hard, hip hop rockstars

Collauge, I borrow street, hoods and guns
Take your goods and run, gettin' naked for fun
Give ya food to bluff, so spark another blunt
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew
You know what to do, tell 'em "Fuck you", it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition
I′ve had it up to here with rules
Face plastered prime time, headline, on T.V. News
Fuck you! It's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it′s a proposition

"Yeah, its gonna be well wicked"