Putting on the green and it's in my hips
Miss this shot again and I lose my shit
I hate this game, I like ice not grass
If I wore pants like that I'd kick my own ass
Happy Killmore
Golf fueled hockey gore
In and out, can't believe my eyes
F*ck this shit, now everyone dies
Clubbed in the face watch blood pour down
Your ass is next, you're gonna die clown
Happy Killmore
Golf fueled hockey gore
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die for Chubbs' hand
They're selling grandma's land
I'll be the champion
Die for Chubbs' hand
They're selling grandma's land
I'll be the champion
Kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill