Snake River Conspiracy - Vulcan lyrics

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