Get in the oven, young cousin, If your pupils dilate wide Bearing your rufie and your butter-knife member, wearing their scalps and hides
Don't put your hands on her Don't read your poetry Because it's worthless and it's didactic to me Shave off your handlebar, stitch you to the car I'll sell your organs off for tuition
So you better get her home by 11:30 Yeah you better get her home by 11:30
I'll take a look at your parents and scour your DNA for your disease So you can beg me or bite down Your hollow words mean nothing to me
Don't blame your alibi Don't sing your poetry Because you found the lion deep inside of me You are America raised to bow and pray Before the ivory palace where you lay
So many fish, so many fish I'm gonna eat you raw So many fish, so many fish I'm gonna eat you, I'm gonna eat youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
