You Can't Make Me Fuck Songtext
von Flesh Produce

Who you with
No list you′re never getting in
Tough shit
I said you're looking busted
Fronting
Like you don′t really want this
Yup bitch
No I, I really trust it
Lusting
Your lip you're kind of drooling
Dripping
Watch it you'll get it onto shit
Shaking
Stop it you need to cool it
Sit down
Fuck sake′s
You′re an embarrassment


Breed animals
Making assholes in one go
Perfecting a petri dish
To grow a raging dick
Excuses for all of it

Dirty water
Ignore the people
Go drink from the gutter
Like so he put the strap up to his face
And shot it
Let's turn this fuck into a martyr
Such an imposter

I don′t mean nothing of it
Harmless I make nothing of it
Passion I say nothing of it
Passive let go of anything

You can't make me fuck
You can′t give me love
You can't make me fuck
You couldn′t give me 'nuff
You don't make me fuck
You don′t make me fuck
You don′t make me fuck
You don't make me fuck


You look and I′m laughing
A fucking disaster
I recon to threaten your manhood
Pissed on your passion
For love from a stranger
It's anger that leaves you
Alone ever after

Feeling like a bitch ass
Oh shit yeah
Got him picking up the check now
All cash
What′s it get him not a touch in
Nothing
Looking for a happy ending

Dread you're better dead
You go to bed
You got regrets
Red in the face
Just like I said
You think you′re better
Than the rest
You think you're special
Yeah, yeah well get ripped
With the shits
You fell off a cliff
In the pit
Seal my fate
I'll go and take you back to
Better days
Pretty face
You could have anything

Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make

Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make

Patient
Waiting on a moment to make it
Face it
You don′t stand a chance
Try to pay it complacent
One could bleed you dry
You could die
You′d get wasted
I'll take all your money
Make it funny
You could laugh
Cus′ you're ugly
Throw a fit
I could spit in your direction
Certain you′d like it

You can't make me
You can′t make me fuck
You can't make me
You can't make me fuck
You can′t make me
You can′t make me fuck
You can't make me...

Dread you′re better dead
You go to bed
You got regrets
Red in the face
Just like I said
You think you're better
Than the rest
You think you′re special
Yeah, yeah well get ripped
With the shits
You fell off a cliff
In the pit
Seal my fate
I'll go and take you back to
Better days pretty face
You could have anything

Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make
Trouble make