Little Timmy seems a bit off today, Little Timmy doesn't have very much to say
He's got a little skip into his walk to the beat of his victim's last heartbeat
And the blood on his overalls, f*cking reeks
Could it be all the names you through in his face or all the times you laughed as he swallowed it
It sounds to me he had it with your shit
And now he's out for blood, Are you happy now
He's gonna use your intestines to hang you by the ceiling
Burn you alive until you're screaming and
Rip your heart out still beating
So you better f*cking run
He's sending you to hell quite early mister, He'll film your death and fap to it later
Watch how his eyes they twitch like a maniac, coke shot blood shot eyes of an insomniac
He's had it up to here with your crap
And now he's out for blood, are you happy now
He's gonna use your intestines as a jump rope
Cut off your dick and shove it down your throat
And on the wall with your blood he wrote
You better f*cking run
And now he's out for blood, Are you happy now
He's gonna use your intestines to hang you by the ceiling
Burn you alive until you're screaming and
Rip your heart out still beating
So you better f*cking run
Are you happy now
He's gonna use your intestines as a jump rope
Cut off your dick and shove it down your throat
And on the wall with your blood he wrote
You better f*cking run