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You make me sick You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks I could never train a bitch like you Click (Click, click, click) (Woof) You like my boots? I could squash you like a little rotten fruit On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise Attitude and the booze won't save you You fucking loser Redmeat deadbeat, you fucking tumor Can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers Better count your blessings, I got humor Got a knife too I call her Tilda, bet your fucking ass that I'ma use her Fucking user Cokehead Cretin Your life is a blooper Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer Suck a dick then I bite, I'm a chewer Go find another bitch to hoover Count the days until you lose her I'm mad You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad" SongtexteYou don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad" Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad You make me sick You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks I could never train a bitch like you Click (Click, click, click) (Woof) You like my boots? I could squash you like a little rotten fruit On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise Attitude and the booze won't save you (Mommy's okay!) Hello waitress, I want his head for dinner Silver plate it, cut his tongue out first Let's hear him go and try and say shit I'm abrasive? I'm a dragon Animorph and shapeshift Fire breathing, break shit Brain-eating amoeba Coming for you, I'm contagious Ruined what was sacred I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit I always fucking fake it Now you're crying and you're shaking? I'll take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist I'm beautiful I'm mad You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad" You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad" Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad You make me sick You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks I could never train a bitch like you Click (Click, click, click) (Woof) Aus Songtexte Mania