Bad Boy

Im tired of these heathens spreading sin around
I think they're better off not breathing in the ground
Its time to pay for all your filthy evil ways
You don't deserve to breathe I take the air away (Blegh)

Murder, die, torture, lie
Murder, die, torture, lie

I am so tired of of them
Spreading sin around
I think that they're
Better off 6 feet in the ground
I am so tired of them
Spreading sin around
I think that they're
Better off 6 feet in the ground

Murder, die, torture, lie
Murder, die, torture, lie
Murder, die, torture, lie
Murder, die, torture, lie

I think that their better off 6 feet in the ground
I can not die so I'll show them my pain
I think that they're better off 6 feet in the ground
I can not die so I'll show them my pain
You parasites are all going down



Credits
Writer(s): Toy Connor, Curtis Womack
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