Old Yeller
Take me out to the back of the shed
Shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the motherfucking head, yeah
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Bet you've never seen a wreck like this
Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch
So what you trying to say about my wrist?
Yeah, I'm Old Yeller
Yelling at the top of my lungs, but I'm always at the top of the cunt
I'm like the runt litter
I made a deal with God that lets me live to the fullest
But with the company paying to make me bitter, yo
I stay in the dark and I bark at the walls
Until my last breath leaves my lungs, yuh
I'm waiting for my master to come back with a clip
Ain't no point if I run
Ain't no point if I run
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the motherfucking head, yeah
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Bet you've never seen a wreck like this
Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch
So what you trying to say about my wrist?
Shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the motherfucking head, yeah
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Bet you've never seen a wreck like this
Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch
So what you trying to say about my wrist?
Yeah, I'm Old Yeller
Yelling at the top of my lungs, but I'm always at the top of the cunt
I'm like the runt litter
I made a deal with God that lets me live to the fullest
But with the company paying to make me bitter, yo
I stay in the dark and I bark at the walls
Until my last breath leaves my lungs, yuh
I'm waiting for my master to come back with a clip
Ain't no point if I run
Ain't no point if I run
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the motherfucking head, yeah
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Bet you've never seen a wreck like this
Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch
So what you trying to say about my wrist?
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Writer(s): Pink Guy
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