I got a present, dear.
A bullet for your thoughts.
the pain you can't endeer.
have a nice rot.
i'll kick your ass,
cause i'm brootal.
you wont last.
and i'll tell.
every mother fucker,
that's on my block.
heck i'll even tell fucking john hock.
i got brass knuckles,
waiting for your face.
i got a brootal uncle,
who will settle this case.
my fist your face.
my fist your face.
my fist your face.
IM GONNA CURBSTOMP YOUR ASS.
i got x's and o's.
for your girlfriend.
she gave me a blow.
she gonna call me when you end.
i break hearts, and i break necks.
i make promises, and i make a wreck.
where's the chorus to this catchy song.
where is the rhythm.
i heard she sang it all wrong.
and, was dyinngggg.
yeaaahi put a bullet to my brain.
i killed myself overrrrr youuu.
you all think im insane.
but you would tooooo.
wow, this song has changed
it's a different tune.
but that's what happens.
i hear she was dead all along.
and this isnt her song.
but she still sang it for you.