(to one-arm scissor by at the drive-in) music you have a low IQ, evidenced by your failing grades no license to drive don't know how to pump gas nobody likes the way you act, all you know is swear words watch as the car goes through your front window now, fall down and kiss the ground now check out the way that they stare at you (music accelerates) cut em up, cut em' down check out the sin of stupidity cut em up, cut em down check out the sin of stupidity now cut em up, cut em down music hanging from a tree devastated by your inabilty killing, kill thee you hit the wrong target and it wasn't me making the money playing with vinegar instead of honey well said, catch red waiting for the time in hell deadly, is me seeing what i care to see i know, you show..oooo-hooo you blow...yeahhh (chorus) jagged is my arteries your idiocy killed me so i comit hara-kiri so i would not feel it(repeat) (chorus) cut em up(cut em down)(cut em up) cut em down X2Birth sign: Aries
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