[SHUT… (ya there?)… THE FUCK… UP!] [SHUT (yeah, yeah!)… THE FUCK… UP!]
[Chorus:]
Kill yourself. Please, please, kill yourself. You should really kill yourselves. Please, please, kill yourself. You should really…
[Song:]
Poo, poo, pee, pee, penis and vagina; women with dicks and weak men with vaginas; so fucking delicate like mommy’s fine china; if you have complaints, please, wait your turn in line up.
I got a message for this little fags tryna… be a mama’s boy and a teacher’s pet, pimple faced, ass wiped, looking like they just got a gyne… …cologist stick five fingers in your ass, no lube; so what you’re gonna do? If you’re #1 shove it up your ass and make it #2 (… Oh!)
Ladies getting mad in the comments, and I’m hearing it, you think it was a typo with these red lines and periods. (Oo-oo-ooh!) Ha ha, no comma; bitches with their self esteem… get out of the sauna!
My shit lies in the sewers closing the hatch, I only joke about deceases, a reference that only you can catch. (Yeah! Oh my God!) And if you think you’re fucking grown up, keep breathing heavy with your keyboard and fedora; hands around your dick with a kung-fu grip: stroking back and forth to My Little Pony clips, bitch.
Go outside and ride a bike or something, and get laughed at by kids to remind you that you are NOTHING. And then get hit by every car or truck that ever passes… (Your life flashes before your eyes!) Oh, wait to your Google glasses…
Nevermind, faggot, just pick your ass up and take you to the closest sign, faggot. I’m not done yet, you get up and you go home, sit at your computer and open up Google Chrome and then look at tutorials on how to hang yourself at home. … And then you can hang yourself.
(Is… Is that the end of the story?) Ha ha ha ha ha… no, son.
[Chorus]
Kill yourself. Please, please, kill yourself. You should really kill yourselves. Please, please, kill yourself. You should really kill yourselves.
[… I got a little bit of that anal cream for your asshole.]