f** you and your stupid smile
You make me want to strangle you
f** you and your disco flavor
Hot sauce on your snakeskin boots
Hey, you forgot your rag bag
Your sixty-nine sedan
Hey, you f**ing f*g hag
Drop trou tossed-salad man
s**ing on my thumb
Just like the child you think I am
You've managed to convince yourself
But I don't think you can
Manage me
Me, me, me
Life based on a short story
Written by a b**h named Vern
In a maroon velour sweat suit
Playing with your brand-new urn
sh**, has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he just blind?
s**ing on your brain just like
The zombies want to revive
You could talk me into f**ing you
But I don't think you'd survive
To f** me, me
To f** me, me
It's your own technique anyway
With all the foam in your mouth when you say
It's freedom f**ing
Here's how to order this
f** Uncle Shifter's got the night towel
I'd kiss you, but you're covered in piss
Punk, are you threatening me?
Your style is faulty, while mine is the best
Spock, have you lost your mind?
Are you sure full duration is best?
I'm s**ing on your life just like
The hole you're living in
You're complaining all the time
But now the s**ing really begins
With me