Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you pretentious fucking
you've got at all
got your fingers in your asshole
and hand on the call
and you such fucking horseshit
it's hard to believe
that you almost make careers out of being

you, you are a fucker coz you sold my
you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in
you, you are a fucker, coz you say stupid shit
I've got a better line in lint
than what you've done it

so if you are an asshole who to be a friend
then get your ass in music, be set to the end, ending,
and now you've got the nerve to ask me my temper?
why yes, I become a fucking happy camper!

I your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair,
I hate the fact you think your job will go
because it's use is just the same as I shit into the bowl
just the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole

I hate your loser friends who come out when it's right
I hate that when it's down you run instead of
I'm set to think you lot in life to test the stronger
will just require some chicken and also sneakers for the run.

I dig it away, the shit you instead of swallowed,
in an attempt to try and find the dick of the load,
so when you and stand aside my mood will hamper,
and yes, I will become a fucking camper!

stuck in endless with your press to keep you sane
wait for useless numbers to useful once again
where the heat will come again, your flaw sick,
your flaw will send, the you call your business
to the place that is end

in the winter, cold and wet,
your friends have come and went
and left behind your idiot job,
and it's far from a prize, you dink

...your'e a dink... yeah!
...how's for punk? dink!!!

...suck my cock, you excuse for a human being...
you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've got a lot
of balls to with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red bullshit! thank christ you don't
have to rely on that staggering intellect or personality to
intimidate others, for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of
your house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake,
quit being a fucking sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!... dink.
I let it get me because you're in it for the glory
and I'd rather with reason than go dying for a story
and this whole l.a. thing

that the malls are up
it doesn't work, it work,
it's so inbred I throw up...
and now I'm put the middle
with the and the bunk, and I always end up

hearing "hey, man, punk... have more punk!"
so here I am to do a favour, save some hassle and tell,
either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell

so if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up ass
and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in
then hell, I'll stand aside and your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you and be a fucking happy camper.

yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you lurk
the smaller points so I can it all and save you work
you say an not an album without issues left to hamper...
then, fuck,
...I I am a fucking
...happy
...fucking
...camper.