Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you fucking losers
got nothing at all
you've got your fingers in asshole
and your on the call
and you such fucking horseshit
that hard to believe
that you almost make out of being naive

you, you are a fucker coz you my guitar
you, you are a fucker, fortune in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid
I've got a better line in pocket
what you've done with it

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

I hate your fucking faces and trendy cut hair,
I hate the fact you think your job will go
it's 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 your loser friends who only come out it's right
I hate that when it's you run instead of fight
I'm set to think you lot in to test the stronger ones
will just require some chicken shit and sneakers for the run.

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

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

stuck in the winter, and wet,
your stupid have come and went
and you've behind your idiot job,
and it's far from a prize, you dink

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

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

the malls are buying up
it work, it doesn't 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 some hassle and tell,
that either way my music's shit and it ain't 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 same crap out in
then hell, I'll stand aside and with plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a happy camper.

yeah, send me out a contract and in you will lurk
the smaller 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.