Now you do what the told ya
(Now you're under control)
F*** you I won't do what you tell me
--RATM
Don't even bring that weak s*** in my house.
Journalists realize the regime is going down. Let the media curb stomp begin.
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That copest with death himself to scape from it: And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
Now you do what the told ya
(Now you're under control)
F*** you I won't do what you tell me
--RATM
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