LYRIC

You again – a pointless joke,
I would, but void I cannot choke.
You're a waste of skin and bones,
We share blood, I'd rather stones.

Wanna know what would help me best
To get rid of you, fucking pest!

Booze and drugs spur ideas… sure!
Scurvy lies to get a cure.
Your reasoning's disintegration
Will end in your humiliation.

Don't you fucking smirk at me,
I'm better than you'll ever be.
Mental midget, empty skulled,
Unworthy, dubious and dull.

Wanna know what would help me best
To get rid of you, fucking pest!
I don't need a bloody knife,
It's fun to watch your meager life.

Added by

Admin

SHARE

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

ADVERTISEMENT