you pretentious losers got nothing at all you've got your fingers in asshole and hand on the call and you talk such horseshit that hard to believe you almost make careers out of being naive
you, you are a fucker coz you my guitar you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid I've got a better line in lint than what you've done it
so if you are an asshole who pretends to be a then get ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending, and now got the nerve to ask me about my temper? why yes, I have become a happy camper!
I hate fucking faces and your trendy cut hair, I hate the fact you your job will go anywhere because it's use is just the same as I shit into the bowl just like the mess between your ears is like the in my hole
I hate your loser friends who come out when it's right I hate that when it's down you run of fight I'm set to think you lot in life to test the ones will just require some chicken shit and sneakers for the run.
I dig it away, the you puked instead of swallowed, in an to try and find the dick instead of the load, so when you and stand aside my mood will hamper, and yes, I will become a happy camper!
stuck in endless with your press to keep you sane wait for useless numbers to grow useful once the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick, your flaw will send, the shit you your business to the place is your end
stuck in the winter, and wet, stupid friends have come and went and left behind your idiot job, and it's far from a prize, you fucking
...your'e a dink... yeah! ...how's this for dink!!!
...suck my cock, you pathetic for a human being... a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone life, you fucking pseudo ghetto "boy in the hood" middle class spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of red neck bullshit! thank christ you don't to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for sake, quit being such a fucking sheep!!! now the hell up!!!... dink. I let it get me down you're in it for the glory and I'd rather leave reason than go dying for a story and whole l.a. rock thing
that the malls are up it doesn't work, it work, it's so inbred I throw up... and now I'm put into the with the contracts and the bunk, and I end up
hearing "hey, man, punk... let's have punk!" so here I am to do a favour, save hassle kiss and tell, that either way my shit and it ain't ever going to sell
so if you've got the gall to this shit blown up your ass and youv'e got the cash and to pump the same crap out in mass then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll tamper I'll sit and write you and be a fucking happy camper.
yeah, send me out a and in clauses you will lurk the smaller points so I can give it all and save you you say an album's not an album issues left to hamper... then, fuck, ...I guess I am a ...happy ...fucking ...camper.