S.Y.F.M

You know it starts with a thought inside
An overloading sensation
That I just can't hide
I try to bury it deep, deep down
But the anger floods my balls
Until they drowned

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 role
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you up the cockhole

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 sounds your bones make when they snap

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 role
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you in the cockhole

Before you came along
My tolerance was tight and strong
Way back when
I have 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 role
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you in the cockhole!

Cockhole