Chatterbox

The time has come to ask you "have we met"?
We must have from the way you talk shit on the internet
Saying things I never knew about myself
Now I sense a destiny: your ass and my size 12
I know that you're the guy to spread said lies
I've seen it in Helvetica right before my eyes
And I heard it from the east, west, north, and south
Let's see how you talk shit with a steel toe in your mouth

Run like a bitch
So fun to play the righteous one, now you're paying for your sins
Run like a bitch
When I catch up with you I'm gonna bash your head right in

I know you like to let the loose lips flap
You gossip like a little girl who needs a big bitch-slap
Saying things whether or not you know them true
Now you're standing silent when I'm here in front of you
You're dealing with a person, not a screen
I'll "double back slash" your throat and "delete" your fucking spleen
And your girlfriend better put away that mace
Before I have the skinhead girls do a dance upon her face

You're reaping every stitch the doctor sews
You're earning yourself missing teeth and a badly broken nose
'Cause you're the type of bitch-ass that I loathe
I see you have 2 faces so I'm gonna break them both
I hope you hold the lesson that you got
(Oh the lesson you mind bitch)
You're better not to speak or type about what you know not
(Mr. Radics say wow!)
And when you wake up sore in the morning
(Wow!)
Be sure to remind yourself this was just a warning