Through the six-feet of dirt they claim to hear the sound of the pouring rain Saying it's me up here pissing on your grave The stench of shit gathers more flies around to run their mouths Them brainless know not what they're talking about
It's the outcome of severe inbreeding
Back then, now and always you maggots will be crawling by my side Keeping the flame of hate alive Until hell freezes over I will be the cold thorn right there in your side I promise you rain tonight
From behind them aliases pathetically trying to point their gun To me it's none for all and all for none It must be hard without them brain cells to try and understand With empty pig-ass-eyes to make a stand
