It's amazing the thought process of the human brain. A funny story... but honestly, who's to blame?
Your ignorance and arrogance it makes f*cking sick, I honestly could careless, you choke on f*cking dick
Your selfish ways don't dare strike a chord in my sense of humor
Ha, as if nothing is your fault?
Trying to belate the date for the lies that you spew from your lips
Why is that so many people get away with it?
Please get hit by a train
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats. I rest my f*cking case
Act like the world is against you, telling me that your worse off
Your daddy owns a dealership, so get the f*ck out of my face
Your just the scum of the earth, It's a gracious lie
I'm sorry, I'll thrill you with another line
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats
I rest my f*cking case
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It's amazing the thought process of the human brain. A funny story... but honestly, who's to blame?
Your ignorance and arrogance it makes f*cking sick, I honestly could careless, you choke on f*cking dick
Your selfish ways don't dare strike a chord in my sense of humor
Ha, as if nothing is your fault?
Trying to belate the date for the lies that you spew from your lips
Why is that so many people get away with it?
Please get hit by a train
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats. I rest my f*cking case
Act like the world is against you, telling me that your worse off
Your daddy owns a dealership, so get the f*ck out of my face
Your just the scum of the earth, It's a gracious lie
I'm sorry, I'll thrill you with another line
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats
I rest my f*cking case
Your ignorance and arrogance it makes f*cking sick, I honestly could careless, you choke on f*cking dick
Your selfish ways don't dare strike a chord in my sense of humor
Ha, as if nothing is your fault?
Trying to belate the date for the lies that you spew from your lips
Why is that so many people get away with it?
Please get hit by a train
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats. I rest my f*cking case
Act like the world is against you, telling me that your worse off
Your daddy owns a dealership, so get the f*ck out of my face
Your just the scum of the earth, It's a gracious lie
I'm sorry, I'll thrill you with another line
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats
I rest my f*cking case
Writer: Alec Doyle, Matthew Magnell, Matthew Withrow
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid