"Rip Off" lyrics

Yeah, your mom bought your ticket didn't she?
Yeah, you know why? Your mom's using you to get to me
And how sad it that?
For me

Now's the time for you to rip me
Make yourself feel like a
Oh my God, you're doing it wrong
No no no, it's like

One, two, three, four

We will be exonerated
This much cannot be debated
This much I have estimated
You will thank me much, much later

Much, much, much later

Now's the time for you to rip me
Make yourself feel like a
Oh my God, you're doing it wrong
No no no, it's like

Slit my throat

We will be exonerated
This much cannot be debated
This much I have estimated
You will thank me much, much later

Much, much, much later

Much, much, much, later

We ripped everything we know from everybody anyway

Now
Now
Now we die in obscurity

I wanna hand
Yo, I wanna band

One, two, three, four

We will be exonerated
This much cannot be debated
This much I have estimated
You will thank me much, much later

Much, much, much later

Much, much, much later