You must die!
I alone am best!
I hope you flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatle's tour bus
A book mobile and a Mac truck hauling hazadrous biological waste
The light turns red; you have no brakes
And Hard Copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux
I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran
Mowes down a Nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British royal family
And a rabbi that's watching a bottle-fed puppy
And we can't fotget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die.
I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But CNN refer to him as bowling-ball-bag-Bob
Serving time again for a piece of the corpse
But this time the victims aren't Clydesdayle whores
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the Silence of the Lambs dance to Christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from Deliverence
And fights with his imagionary playmate pimps
sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux
I hope he grins like Jack Nicolson
And forces you to play a game called 'balls on chin'
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember 'fist' can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
'Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die.
I hope you die.
I alone am best!
I hope you flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatle's tour bus
A book mobile and a Mac truck hauling hazadrous biological waste
The light turns red; you have no brakes
And Hard Copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux
I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran
Mowes down a Nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British royal family
And a rabbi that's watching a bottle-fed puppy
And we can't fotget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die.
I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But CNN refer to him as bowling-ball-bag-Bob
Serving time again for a piece of the corpse
But this time the victims aren't Clydesdayle whores
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the Silence of the Lambs dance to Christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from Deliverence
And fights with his imagionary playmate pimps
sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux sux
I hope he grins like Jack Nicolson
And forces you to play a game called 'balls on chin'
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember 'fist' can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
'Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die.
I hope you die.