Body Count

Body Count - Pop Bubble lyrics

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I'm fed up with this shit,

I'm gonna say it,

ain't nobody gonna say it, I'm gonna say it

Motherfuck this shit, you're all whores

music ain't sayin' shit no more

Read my lips, read my lips you ain't talkin' bout shit

America's losing they cribs

Why you braggin' bout the shit you did?

All the shit that you buy, most of it lies

Yeah I know and you know I know

The government's tapping the net

Why you rappin' bout your car and check?

I miss P.E., I miss group's like Rage

this pop shit's making me physically sick

Obama did 8 years 'cuz

Why you singing bout bottles and clubs?

This shit don’t make no sense

Most of your fans can't pay their rent

You've been sold a fantasy

You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit

A pop bubble full of bullshit

You've been sold a fantasy

You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit

A pop bubble full of bullshit

You're livin' in a bubble

[Jamey Jasta]

You've been sold a fantasy

Little do you know the price we pay

The sick are regarded children starve

Our veterans come out to the real war

They're penitent on borrowed time

The beggars steal, the media lies

Now you've been bought and fuckin' sold

Feel steel like a temple, body count

Music is coming along way

Guys have gone from fight the power,

to what does Kim Kardashian have on today

The fuck's the matter with you?

This pop shit's driving me fucking crazy

And I’m not talking about the people that started out being popstars,

I’m talking about so-called 'hardcore' motherfuckers

that'll do anything to get on the radio

Eat a dick.

Body Count, motherfucker

I can’t fake it

This shit's whack

I say this to your face, this ain't behind your back

You corny motherfuckers, can't look me in the eyes

Cause most of you are fake and you're living a lie

You’re living in a lie

The cops are still twisted,

the laws are still fucked

The rich are still greedy,

governments still corrupt

You’re living in a fucking lie

The news is all gossip

People have no hope

So what, you're making cash?

Your soul is still broke

You've been sold a fantasy

You’re living in a bubble full of bullshit

A pop bubble full of bullshit

You've been sold a fantasy

You’re living in a bubble full of bullshit

A pop bubble full of bullshit

You’re living in a bubble

Bitch motherfuckers, don’t want no fight

Ya mothefuckin' pants too tight

You'll be in for a few,

and then you're through,

cause pop ain't got no love

So what?

Your shit's in the club

You want me to say some names?

I'm too seasoned in this game,

that only give em' pop fame.

Fuck bloggers, fuck bullshit hype,

Ice is the only one tonight

Check my history, ain't shit changed

Still OG, and I’m still insane

Turn that fucking radio off.

Thanks to Simon for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Blackstar for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to grayghost for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Gothyx for adding Jamey Jasta's verse and correcting these lyrics (nicely done, bro)

Thanks to Gothyx (Had to fix them again, apologies) for correcting these lyrics

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