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Let's go, ready? From the topMy favorite shows on TV have twelve minutes of advertising I can't get behind that kind of time Eat quickly, drive faster, make more money now I can't get behind thatMy kids say, "He said to me, and I'm like and he's like and she's like" It's all, he's all, she's all I can't get behind that kind of like, English That'll be six to eight weeks before deliveryThe rising oceans, the warming temperatures The dying polar bears no, tigers in fifty years Rising poison in the air and waterI can't understand why the price of gas suddenly rises When oil goes up But takes months to go down long after oil falls I can't get behind any of thatI can't get behind the Gods, who are more vengeful, angry, and Dangerous if you don't believe in them Why can't all these Gods just get along? I mean, they're omnipotent and omnipresent, what's the problem?What's the problem? What about the men who say "Do as I do, believe in what I say, for your own good Or I'll kill you", I can't get behind thatI can't get behind that Everybody knows everything about all of us That's too much knowledge I can't get behind thatYeah, and what about student drivers using my streets to learn? If you learn to play the drums you got to go to a studio Go to a parking lot, for God's sake, why are you jeopardizing my life? I can't get behind a student driverI can't behind a driver who drives like a student driver If you're going to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone And keep your eyes on the roadLifetime guarantee? Who's lifetime? Not mine I haven't that much time left, let's make it yours Everybody's got a longer life than me The leaf blowers, is there anything more futile? Car alarms, clap off, clap on, spamSize matters, no, it doesn't Yes, it does, no, it doesn't Yes, it does, no, it doesn't Yes, it does, no, it doesn't no, it doesn't Yes, it does! Yes, it doesMy phone rings, make millions in minutes It's a computer, lose inches in hours Leave me the Hell alone, eat more spend lessThe Colonel is breakdancing, give me a break Credit terms raised I can't get behind any of thatI can't get behind so-called singers that can't carry a tune Get paid for talking, how easy is that? Well, maybe I could get behind thatWell, I can't, if you have to fix it with a computer Quantized, pitch corrected, and overly inspected Then you can't do it, and I can't get behind that I can't get behind a fat assYeah, Bill, can you turn around and do one more? Always can do one more Let's hit it!