You make me want to strangle you
F**k you and your disco flavor
Hot sauce on your snake skin boots
Hey you forgot your rag bag
Your sixty-nine Sedan
Hey you f**king f*g hag
Drop trou tossed-salad man
Sucking on my thumb just like the child you think I am
You've managed to convince yourself but I don't think you can
Manage me
Me, me, me
Life based on a short story
Written by a b**ch named Vern
In a maroon velour sweat suit
Playing with your brand-new urn
Sh*t, has he lost is mind?
Can he see or is he just blind?
Sucking on your brain just like
The zombies want to revive
You could talk me into f**king you
But I don't think you'd survive
Survive me
Survive me, me
It's your own technique anyway
With all the foam in your mouth when you say
It's freedom rock, baby, turn it up
Here's how to order this
F**k Uncle shifter's got the night towel
I'd kiss you but your covered in piss
Punk, are you threatening me?
Your style is faulty while mine is the best
Spock, have you lost your mind?
Are sure full duration is best
I'm sucking on your life just like
The hole your living in
You're complaining all the time
But now the sucking really begins
With me