How many f*cking times are you going to run your mouth
You keep talking behind my back
Don't get shocked when I turn around
Learn to keep my name out of your filthy mouth
Don't push your luck you roadkill scum
I can't shake the stench of filth coming off of you
You don't get to preach what you don't practice
Did you come up with that all by yourself
Or did you steal it from somebody else
Not a single original thought
Nothing
As useless as a worm in a f*cking dirt pile
Dirt pile