Necro - Good Grief it's a 16 Charlie Brown lyrics

Call me the reaper cuz I'm coming for your harvest Yall are all weaker guns busting through your carca** I'm Stalins leader yall are something sorta harmless You are little squeakers I'll be crushing your toy Thomases The depressed degenerate that flings excrement When I'm perplexed at friends it stings venomous A primal experiment a test rat with wings hilarious A sickening thing distorted an embarra**ment I don't take this seriously sincerely I'm nasty I won't fake this it's merely me being fearing why u asking I'm just a past tragedy feeling and seeing now so vastly Blah blah some stuff about being sad Cut the throat of sheeple lay them down bloody They say I know the secrets of somebody I'm sick of everything I'm about done with this Screw you all saying everything I do is under piss