Devil Dash

Oh, wouldn't you just please
Feed your little Timmy
The crutch you ignorantly kick
Is out from beneath yourselves

Your ultimate downfall is so highly excited by the masses
Oh, what a wondrous day for us all
Take a seat you spiteful fuck
Your malicious meandering needs a bring up
But here you are just shooting us bastards in a barrel
Once it's gone there'll be nothing left, I can see it getting low
One more shotgun blast, better save it for your own fucking skull

On your back that soggy sack of sorries
Strung up so tight it's seeping out
Grip your throat
Test my strength
See how hard it is to breathe now



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Mulder
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