lyrics
I've got a wealth of new opinions,
Psychoactive concentrations are breathing and running riot in the mind.
Pull it back and get it weeping,
Patch it up so it's as good as new.
Start to improvise upon your demise,
What else is there to do?
Still thrive off animosity,
I ruined your birthday cake.
Now don't go thinking this is easy,
To look this bad, it takes a certain degree of unparalleled stupidity.
It's all good, it's all okay,
Couldn't be any happier,
Stinking up the place, a complete disgrace,
A profit of our time.
Play dead and let them take the heat,
Treat friends like sacrificial meat.
Obscene, such a character!
You're so divine.
Tune in, bias commentary,
Let them lick you clean.
Up to no good in that corner.
Obliterate all in your way,
Fellatio in a chevrolet.
Vulgar and depraved, a slave to pride, not justified in any way,
I won't call you back.
Accelerate, don't take your time.
Bulldoze your way to the finish line.
Spit from the podium, Iiving the dream, this cat got it's cream,
Oh, it's a shame no one's here.
credits
from
Stud,
released January 28, 2013
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