I'm painting you
And all the ugly things you do.
You're holding a machete
Your mustache makes your arms too long.
Goddamn - I got a memory.
Yeah, man, I got a family.
I'll see your face in the closet,
Cold co*ked in the dark and left for dead
Burn pigs burn, man,
You'll learn pigs learn, yea.
Gonna kick into your pumpkin
Gonna put you on a mailing list.
I'm peeling out in your garden,
You better go and count your kids
f** yeah
I got a piano wire
Yeah man, I'm gonna build a fire
Gonna follow you down to the park
And gonna throw your shoes in the kite eating tree.