"Who you fucking now?"
I use my slit wrist
to sign my name with
and when you can't compete with the Joneses
gun 'em all down
(even the father).
You filthy whore.
Shut up and swallow my pride for me.
Move closer or drive farther.
Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead,
but first I'm coming after you all.
It's ladies night at the bar
but 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 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 disease?
It's the bastard in me.
You live in shit
and you will eat your own way out.
I am too fly and shy
like no other guy.
Too fly and shy just for you.
I'll mark you all.
