Lyrics:
vitamine be
If trawling for assholes you'll net a fine catch
With skulls full of saw dust (well I've got the match!)
"On with their heads!",hear my
an asshole you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers
Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them shits is cheaper
at you assholes
Don't make turn your whole click in to examine
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I make you bounce, rock, stay, roll
Straight from see-A who want
a number.
Just know we've got yours.
We keep our collective futures in the hands of assholes and we're not the only ones.
This don't seem right?
ain't gunna take no,
Shit from no man,
Especially from no assholes,
Class is to much,
I flex words like muscle,
And I ain't a hustla but I'm livin' off my
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
How much more could you ask for?
It's been three years and some change and you're on your way.
But only assholes want to fall in love.
We spent
us all
And we'll get this asshole contest
Right under way
But it would be just like you
To drag your keyboard to a gunfight
And so long
I don't want an image of how should be my life
If there weren't some false friends
Better called assholes
The surprise in your eyes gives me
Death
Death to the rock and roll asshole
at night. they used to hang horse thieves. what happened to that idea? oh well. have fun in prison, asshole. don't drop the soap.
makes me wretch
With anxious glee I puncture its torso
tearing from its neck to its asshole
inhumanly liquefied insides they've been rotting
inside
his ass
Heaven is for fagots
Christian paradise
Now your god wants blood
He takes you from behind
Christian assholes bleed
Holy paradise
in your vain
I flush your shitty life down the drain
I am God in your asshole
I'm gonna save the nation
I am chemical salvation
[Chorus]
I
his rules. I said ok.
Proved himself to be an asshole like everyone said.
Open your door,
Take my coat off, give me more fuel.
See me with
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I've got is no mans land...no mans land...
And if those generals say: don't worry
Same old assholes same
and microphones
Head trips and assholes, I'm all alone
I'm going home, I am no longer the Joe
Who pretends and smiles and acts
Like he's not one of the sickest
Cause as far as I'm concerned, you gonna need skills to pass
You're an asshole
Pissin' on your headphones
Shittin' on your ball
Grab your mic, c'mon
virginity
Now these are similes, stop mixing the two
An asshole - no talent - that's a metaphor, a description of you
You said it was reviews in
the roles away
...in the classroom, in the back row, some old lecture
...in the locker room, there's an asshole yellin' at your mom
...on the bar stool,
An asshole I could never call a friend
Fed up with your attitude and fed up with your style
Fed up with your butthead friends and hat your smart-ass smile
make my bones shake...
Those are the same assholes that take more than they can handle.
I'm alone, but I'm not lonely.
I have kinetic energy.
invade these sons of hoodrats with a snub nose
Dump on these assholes, violating them punk hoes
Skunk cloats fumigating rookies like roaches
Got Sombra
Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin' me
In my asshole, uh, undercover, "Donnie
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