Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you fucking losers
you've got at all
you've got your in your asshole
and your hand on the
and you talk such horseshit
it's hard to believe
that you almost make careers out of naive

you, you are a coz you sold my guitar
you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in
you, you are a fucker, coz you say stupid shit
got a better line in pocket 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 to ask me about my temper?
why yes, I have become a happy camper!

I hate your fucking and your trendy cut hair,
I hate the fact you think your job go anywhere
because use is just the same as what I shit into the bowl
just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my

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

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

stuck in endless winter with press to keep you sane
wait for useless numbers to grow once again
the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick,
your flaw will send, the shit you call your
to the that is your end

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

...your'e a dink... yeah!
...how's this for dink!!!

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

that the are buying up
it work, it doesn't work,
so inbred I might throw up...
and now I'm put the middle
the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up

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

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

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