Lyrics
I know about you the things that you say
I hate the things you do and hell you've made me pay
Give me more incentive to loathe your pretty face
'Cause you ain't impressive, you're just another fuck case
I know about you
Why are you here?
I know about you
Your mindlessness is what I fear
You say I'm another germ on society
That I'll get nowhere, with petty thievery
Shut your mouth you dirty little slob
See what you think when I steal your Ipod
There are these ones, you do know who
The thing about them is they really like to blow
They like to fuck and suck a lot of dick
In the back of a truck with some dumb prick
