Roses are red, pickles are green
Oh my fucking god, the world is so mean.
I must kill me a prep or two
But how, I have no fucking clue!
I could use an axe,
And be like: "Just fucking relax!"
I could use a shovel
And watch as them bitch's huddle.
Or I could use a hatchet,
And tell them nasty's to can it.
But which ever way I choose,
First I shall abuse.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but preps really disgust me.
Wow their fucking nasty.
I could strap some touch explosive to their door,
And when it blows, i'll be like "Ya stupid fucking whore!
I could shove a grenade up their ass
And watch as their lifeless bodies fall on the grass.
I could staple their hands to the walls,
And laugh as they shit in their overalls.
I swear it's a funny sight to see,
Well, atleast it is for me.
Liar, Liar, Pants on fire,
Bitch, I'm getting alot more slyer.
I need to kill a shit load of preps,
Now watch as I take careful steps.
I could use a mattress,
And laugh as you die in distress.
I could imprint my middle finger on your cheeck,
And kick the shit out of you as you fall to your feet.
I could bury you alive,
And just go on with my life.
But, even though I hate you,
Open your fukcing mouth, cunt, I think I'm gonna spew.
Pinch, poke, you owe me a coke,
But when I look at you, you make me choke.
Now what to do?
How can I kill you?
Gimme a minute,
I'll think of something, so just can it!
I'll gut you with tweezers,
And laugh as you bleed from your ears.
I'll gouge your eyes out,
And howl at the moon, while you shout.
I'll crucify you from a cross,
And be like: "This isn't that big of a loss!"
So your asking me why I care,
Well it's because you stare.
Your never ending glare,
Can't you see.
So burn in hell,
I Won't tell..