LYRIC

My friends want me to give them the go
(to stomp your head)
And I hope that somehow by the end of the day
(you'll spit some teeth)
I'm not a violent guy, but I gotta say
(you've got it coming)
Believe me cause I think the same things
(about you) every day
Every day I gotta say
Yeah, that I hope you die soon.

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