CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : kill yourself
Shut (God-damn)
The f**k up
Shut (Yeah, yeah)
The f**k up
Poo-poo, pee-pee, p*n*s and v*****
Women with d**ks and weak men with v*****s
So f**king delicate like mommy's fine china
If you have complaints, please, wait your turn and line up
I got a message for these little fags tryna
Be a mama’s boy and a teacher's pet, pimple-faced a**wipe
Looking like they just had a gynecologist
Stick five fingers in your a**, no lube
So what you gonna do? if you're number one
Shove it up your a** and make it number two (Oh)
Ladies getting mad in the comments, and I’m hearing it
You think it was a typo with these red lines and periods? (Ooh)
Ha-ha, no comma
B*t*hes with their self-esteem, get out of the sauna
My sh*t lies in the sewers, closing the hatch
I only joke about diseases and reference that only you can catch (Ew, oh my God)
And if you think you're f**king grown-up
Keep breathing heavy with your keyboard and fedora
Hands around your d**k with the Kung-Fu grip
Stroke it back and forth to My Little Pony clips, b*t*h
Go outside and ride a bike or something
And get laughed at by kids to remind you that you are nothing
And then, get hit by every car or truck that ever pa**es
Your life flashes before your eyes!
Oh wait, it's your Google Gla**es
Nevermind, faggot
Just pick your a** up and take you to the closest sign, faggot
I'm not done yet, you get up and you go home
Sit at your computer and open up Google Chrome
And then look at tutorials on how to hang yourself at home
And then you can hang yourself
Is that the end of the story?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, no, son
Kill yourself
Please, please kill yourself
You should really kill yourselves
Please, please kill yourself
You should really kill yourselves
I got a little bit of that a*** cream for your a**-hole
The f**k up
Shut (Yeah, yeah)
The f**k up
Poo-poo, pee-pee, p*n*s and v*****
Women with d**ks and weak men with v*****s
So f**king delicate like mommy's fine china
If you have complaints, please, wait your turn and line up
I got a message for these little fags tryna
Be a mama’s boy and a teacher's pet, pimple-faced a**wipe
Looking like they just had a gynecologist
Stick five fingers in your a**, no lube
So what you gonna do? if you're number one
Shove it up your a** and make it number two (Oh)
Ladies getting mad in the comments, and I’m hearing it
You think it was a typo with these red lines and periods? (Ooh)
Ha-ha, no comma
B*t*hes with their self-esteem, get out of the sauna
My sh*t lies in the sewers, closing the hatch
I only joke about diseases and reference that only you can catch (Ew, oh my God)
And if you think you're f**king grown-up
Keep breathing heavy with your keyboard and fedora
Hands around your d**k with the Kung-Fu grip
Stroke it back and forth to My Little Pony clips, b*t*h
Go outside and ride a bike or something
And get laughed at by kids to remind you that you are nothing
And then, get hit by every car or truck that ever pa**es
Your life flashes before your eyes!
Oh wait, it's your Google Gla**es
Nevermind, faggot
Just pick your a** up and take you to the closest sign, faggot
I'm not done yet, you get up and you go home
Sit at your computer and open up Google Chrome
And then look at tutorials on how to hang yourself at home
And then you can hang yourself
Is that the end of the story?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, no, son
Kill yourself
Please, please kill yourself
You should really kill yourselves
Please, please kill yourself
You should really kill yourselves
I got a little bit of that a*** cream for your a**-hole
