Hate Song

It's nothing to do with the way you look
It's not that I miss the shit you took
I just think you're someone who sucks
It's totally personal, I hate your guts

I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up

It's got everything to do with the things you say
I wish you'd fucking die or go away
You make me want to kill and you make me scream
You don't want to know the things I dream

I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up

I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up

I see you walking round with your Tory suit
If I had a gun it's you I'd shoot
You know just what you are doing
We're getting wise, all I hear is lies

I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up
I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you up



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Writer(s): Jori Lakars
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