Tell me right now, I want to find out
Did you kiss her that night and did you eat her out?
Remember last time you pulled this crap on me?
I made you my bitch, stupid, little idiot kid.
I hate the things that I’ve said.
Feels like they belong to someone else.
I will be the one to kick your ass.
I’m opening up a can of whoop-ass.
I’ll smile as I stick a needle in your eye,
cause you messed with me, you motherfucking dickhead.
I hate the things that I’ve said.
Feels like they belong to someone else.
You kept this place supplied.
I’m not fooled by your sweet disguise.
Abstract, splattered blood.
Six more months of shameless fun.
I hate the things that I’ve said.
Feels like they belong to someone else.
You kept this place supplied.
I’m not fooled by your sweet disguise.
Abstract, splattered blood.
Six more months of shameless fun.