Stop dancing, you braindead ho.
The man’s angry and sad.
He ain’t making music to make you twerk.
Hold his hand and be nice instead.
There’s gold aplenty
Earn your share.
Don’t take a broke man,
And break him even more.
You think it’s all about thy,
But in the end, he will be sly.
Life ain’t a party, asshole!
It’s an ocean of tranquil beaches
And pristine waters don’t need bitches.
Go fuck yourself and choke yourself.
You don’t even deserve a hospital bed.
You so lousy, even Jaws would vomit,
A tattoo and aviators don’t make you loveable,
Your ugly mug shows your pus filled heart.
Maybe there’s no heaven and hell;
But you ain’t going nowhere,
Until I break your bones.