Two packs of American Spirit Blues
And a fucking chainsaw please
Hurry up hurry up hurry up
Now listen to the point
Don't kill yourself
Go back home
Take your friend to tie your rope
Kill yourself then
What else?
We're always saying only one pack
Smoke it back
Smoke it like you give a fuck
Bring it back
Smoke some crack
We don't care at all
I smell believers in me, me
I smell believers in me, me
There's a sway in the way that I walk
I won't forget you
Feel my fist deep inside you
Feel my fist in the way so gently
Feel my veins deep and messy
Make your choice but I won't let down
Three white lights and I just might be back
Shit on your tongue
Let it marinate
You will rot in stench that you can't contain
Eat
Oh eat
Knee deep in a bed of meat
Just when you think you've got it all
You're still a little low life pussy ass bitch
I'm going to torture you in my fucking toolshed
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