Lyrics
Worthless, pitiful, shithead
I wish you were fucking dead
You will never be as cool
As you think you are, you tool
(pre-chorus)
Everyone is sitting waiting
For your death, We're contemplaiting
ways to put you in the ground
you punk ass bitch, you're going down.
Six feet under's where you'll be
Put out of our misery
When you die, all will be well
Hope that you have fun in hell
Death should come as no surprise
so lay down and close your eyes
You're the one that we despise
rotting corpses attract flies
You weak fuck,
you screaming bore
can't wait 'till you breathe no more
Here we go, the time has come.
Taste the bullets from this gun.
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