You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns
You fire all day long and still not hit a f*****g one
know what some sick (sniper(?)) f**k considers fun
Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs
You prob'ly lick more a*s than anyone
I guess you like the taste of s**t on your tongue
No matter what you order the same
thing will come
A plate of refried s**t just covered in crumbs
"I never had a life. I don't even know
what life is."
"Have you? Have you? Have you?"
"I have what you'd call a life."
"Everday of my life."
"I have what you'd call