Death To the Yuppies (Remixed and Remastered)

Goin' downtown
Gonna kick some trendy asses

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Gonna find me a yuppie
And smash his glasses

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

To the ATM's
With their cards in their hands

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Gotta get more money
For the candy man

Caus' he doesn't take checks
And So We Say

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Death to the yuppies

Ow that hurts

There they go
On their Honda Scooters

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Like to give em' all
A nice swift kick in their hooters

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

They make me sick
And I'll tell you why

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

They're pompous pricks
And they should die

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Yuppie bitch
Your clit smells like calm chowder

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Up your nose
Goes that white powder

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

We're talking murder
It ain't no joke

Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Caus' we put Strychnine
In your coke

Ha ha ha ha ha

Mary had a little scam
Little scam
Little Scam
Little Scam
Mary had a little scam
Her purse was filled with blow

Death
Death

Death
Death

Death

Death

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Death
Death
Death
Death to the yuppies

Ha ha ha

Death to yuppies
Heh heh heh heh heh



Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Chiovari
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