Like it or not, I fill the room like confetti-fetti
I've had enough of industry fucks (fuck, fuck)
Yeah
Suck some heavy, won't ya?
Cause' everything sound recyclable when the labels poach ya
Roadkill for the aging vulture
Pray ya man's better stick to culture (shut the fuck up, man)
What's the drop, no love?
Need the dance floor movin', kick the tempo up
Got a tree full of lemons just to juice a couple finished
Then replenish while the others decompose and we forget 'em
No, you don't want no problems
No problems with me
Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings
No, you don't want no problems
No problems with me
Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings
Better find your people
The eye's wide, inside, outside people, yeah
The world got a lotta evil
If you dope enough, don't open up your wounds to the needle
Cause' this motherfuckin' beetles and roaches
They want the commotion, don't like when you famous
'Cause the old money is saved when the new wave is
And bitches hate when you don't know where your place is
No, you don't want no problems
No problems with me
Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings
No, you don't want no problems
No problems with me
Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings
Got no strings, you'll be the boss of me
I won't be something I'm not supposed to be
Got no strings, you'll be the boss of me
I won't be something I'm not supposed to be
Like it or not, I fill the room like confetti (fetti, fetti, fetti)
No, you don't want no problems
No problems with me
Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings
No, you don't want no problems
No problems with me
Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings