Who you fucking now? I use my slit wrist to sign my name with. And when you cant compete with the Joneses, you'll gun 'em all down. (Even the father.)
You filthy whore.
Shut up and swallow my pride for me, move closer and drive further.
Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead, but first I'm coming for you all.
It's ladies night at the bar and she smokes a man's cigar.
I guess she's dying. Oh well.
I don't give a fuck about your dignity.
That's the bastard in me.
I know a girl who sells herself around. And I'm sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town.
Looking back into my diary, what makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter at another's disaster?
It's the bastard in me.
You fucking whore.
Who you fucking now? You fucking live in shit.
I strain myself, I guess, I guess.
I fuck myself, I guess, I guess.
I strain myself.
I guess I need it.
You fucking whore you live in shit and you will eat your own way out.
I am too fly and shy, like no other guy.
I'm too fly and shy just for you.
I'll mark you all.
I know a girl who sells herself around. And I'm sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town.
Who's she fucking now?
Who are you fucking now?
Thank you Daryl Palumbo for connecting the fine line between genius and profanity.
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