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 fucking 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 fucking mouth, cunt!

Or I'll smash you up the cock 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 fucking mouth, cunt!

Or I'll smash you in the cock hole!

Before you came alone, my tolerance was tight and 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 fucking 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 fucking mouth, cunt!

Or I'll smash you in the cock hole!

Cock hole!