I'm so sick of the fights, so sick of your mouth - I know where you live and I see where you sleep. So let's settle this here and now, I'm not wasting away my life because you don't like what I have to say. Sorry I'm not just like you. Who are you again? Remind me, because I don't care. I hope you like this; I really hope you do. I hope you like it as much as getting your face busted in with a hammer. You are done destroying lives. Everyone will suffer. I have given up on you.
So who the fuck do you think you are? You will learn to breathe through a straw. So do as the world a favor; pull your bottom lip over your face and swallow. I don't mean any disrespect, but I hope you are buried alive. Your world is about to come crashing down. Everyone will suffer.
-Lyrics- See You Next Tuesday
I said run. And you won't be able to see me because you'll be bleeding from the eyes. The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass. Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back? These are the last days of the rest of your life. Next time I want a better excuse - dropped like a bad habit. I wash my hands of you all. My slate is clean. And I'll be smiling all the way to the bank. Face down, ass up; I want to destroy something beautiful. By the end I want everyone dead. By the end I'm going to be the only one standing. Not even your children are safe.