Sucks To Be You

Written by Douglas Firestein

Did you ask what that sound was?
Well, i’m about to drop some truth
I got knuckles starving for blood
They have decided to feast on you

There’s a crooked-ass smile brewin’
Your face is the final destination
If you have to ask about things im doin’
Be prepared for extermination

It’s a tough road for suckas
I be huntin’ for their throats
I hope your mama remembers you
When she gets a ransom note

Suckas! (Suckas)
Suckas! (Suckas)
Suckas! (Suckas)
It sucks to be you!

Have you ever seen two guns
Colored red white and blue
There’s no escaping the moment
They blast patriotic on you

A cauldron of sucka blood is stewin’
Gonna feed the underground nation
On your forehead i’ll be tattooin’
“In need of examination”

It’s a tough road for suckas
I be huntin’ for their throats
I hope your mama remembers you
When she gets a ransom note

Suckas! (Suckas)
Suckas! (Suckas)
Suckas! (Suckas)
It sucks to be you!

Its a low-down shame boy
The shape you are in
Don’t show your candy-ass
In my town again

It’s a tough road for suckas
I be huntin’ for their throats
I hope your mama remembers you
When she gets a ransom note

Suckas! (Suckas)
Suckas! (Suckas)
Suckas! (Suckas)
It sucks to be you!