One Two Three Four Motherf**er On The Floor
Give Me More Give Me More Your Mother’s Just A Dirty who*e
Slammed Into Her Back Door By A Whole Marine Corps
Always Asking For More She Holds The f**ing Highscore
Nine Months Later Two Tons Greater She Asks Herself Who’s Your Creator
Never Gave A f** For Her Bad Luck Your New Home’s Gonna Be A Garbage Truck
Now You’re Living Like A Rat That Is Fed With Scat But You Like That sh** That’s Why You’re Fat
You’re A Spineless Creature Doing A Double Feature With The Local Preacher Do You Think You Can Reach Her?
Go f** Yourself
You’re Down And Out
You’re Not Worth A Bullet You’ll Fade Away
No Need To Rip You Apart No Need To Break Your Heart
You’re Gonna Be Nothingness Within A Short Time
No Need To Dirty My Hands You’ll Follow The Demands
Erase Yourself From My Minds Map