Artist: suicidal tendencies
Song: no fuck'n problem
Album: Prime Cuts: The Best Of Suicidal Tendencies
Year: 1997
You talk your shit, but I ain't listenin'
And I don't do, no ass kissin'
Now here's the point that you've been missin'
No fuck'n problem at all
Ain't got no fuck'n problem
Ain't got no fuck'n problem at all
I got no fuck'n problem
I got no fuck'n problem at all
You ain't alive, if you ain't livin'
You waste your life whining and sniveling
So buckle up 'cause now I'm driving
No fuck'n problem at all
Ain't got no fuck'n problem
I got no fuck'n problem at all
Ain't got no fuck'n problem
I got no fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem
You think you know everything and more
But a surprise you'll be in for
Add it all up and you got no score
No fuck'n problem at all
You play the part that I got no use
Don't mean a thing 'cause you got no juice
I live in peace, I don't need a truce
No fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem
I got a piece but not to the puzzle
No time to think staring down a muzzle
I rise above and watch you fizzle
No fuck'n problem at all
