Scream, shout, cuss,
go ahead and make a fuss.
Yell, Shreak, hit me one more time,
you know its only your crime.
I wont shed a single tear,
i maybe in so much fear,
but if i cry you'll only chear,
you made yourself so very clear.
You make everything a fight,
and i try not to give in and bite.
All i want to do you crawl is up tight,
or wait for the next flight.
So i can get the fuck out of here,
away from you and you goddamn beer.
I hate you so fucking much!
I hate your bruising touch!
I hope you die one day,
so i can watch your body rot,
grow old, and decay.
Scream, shout, cuss,
go ahead and make a fuss.
Yell, Shreak, hit me one more time,
i'll make you pay for this crime. |
