I don`t give a fuck about what you say
It`s just you should get out of my way
I tell you to fuck off or you`ll be dead
Can`t you see the hate that`s in my head

I run through you
Till your last breath
(and) When you`re dead
I`ll spit on your grave

The two at your feet
And the two at your head
That will carry the wood
which is your last bed

But you seem to refuse my suggestion to shut up
And to get away from me
And as you won`t listen
There is only thing left to say FUCK YOU

I run through you
Till your last breath
(and) When you`re dead
I`ll spit on your grave

The two at your feet
And the two at your head
That will carry the wood
which is your last bed

Now as you`re down to the earth
With blood in your face the head on the ground
You know that it`s finally not worth
to fucking argue with me because...

I run through you
Till your last breath
(and) When you`re dead
I`ll spit on your grave

The two at your feet
And the two at your head
That will carry the wood
which is your last bed

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