S.y.f.m

You know it starts with a thought inside
An overloading sensation that I just can't hide
I tried to bury it deep deep down
But the anger floods my balls until they drown

There's a sign, right in front
Can't you read, it's pretty blatant?
Shut your fudging mouth, cunt!
I'm sick of being eloquent

Cut the chatter, slow your roll
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fudging mouth, hanzo!
Or I'll smash you up the coque hole!

If you give it a little thought
You'd appreciate that blabbering don't make you a big shot
But you went ahead and opened your trap
So explore the sound your bones make when they snap

There's a sign, right in front
Can't you read it's pretty blatant?
Shut your fudging mouth, cunt!
I'm sick of being eloquent

Cut the chatter, slow your roll
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fudging mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you in the coque hole!

Before you came alone, my tolerance was titan strong
Way back when I had the quintessential zen

Are you fucking deaf?

There's a sign right in front
Can't you read? It's pretty blatant
Shut your mouth, cunt!
And think of being eloquent

Cut the chatter, slow your roll
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fudging mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you in the coque hole!