LYRIC
I don't know if I can call any longer
How many times have I called you a lama?
Or said something insulting?
We can be so mean when we wanna be
We are capable of really anything
We can cut you into peices, with our hatchet, Stacey…
I always say how I hate you
& It's always gonna come right back to this
Please die Stacey
How did you become so whoreish?
Why do you look like a fucking ostrich?
You look really nasty
Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that calls will be the one that's beat the hardest
& Stacey we do hate you
I mean it, I promise…
I always say how I hate you
& It's always gonna come right back to this
Please die Stacey
I forgot to say about how disgusting you really are stacey
I hope you die
Your really fucking ugly
& I hate you
Your a lama…
Please die Stacey, please die Stacey
Oh, Please die Stacey, please die Stacey
I always say, I always say how I hate you
& It's always gonna come right back to this
Please die Stacey, Please die Stacey
I always say how I hate you
& It's always gonna come right back to this
Please die Stacey
Lama, please, please, dropdead…
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