Cretinous Behaviour
Get fucked
You slut
You let yourself get raped until I grew inside your cunt
You spastic
You bastard
Made her piss me out with chemicals in a bag made of plastic
Let me die
Let me live
I'm not a tool for you to use to win your argument
You mong
You're wrong
You're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
No eyes so I can't see you
No lungs so I can't breathe
A wet tumorous pulp but I can still hear you scream
Dead from what you gave her
Medical waiver
Ripped from the womb of a drugged up raver
No teeth so I can't bite you
No tongue so I can't speak
A raw mangled fright but I can still hear you shriek
I'm not a saviour
I'm just your failure
But I'm still better than your cretinous behaviour
You dick
You're sick
You lot are just a bunch of little stuck-up childish pricks
You're indecisive
It's derisive
How you pretend to give a shit as to if I live
Bemused
Abused
Used for more views on the BBC news
I'm wrong?
I'm wrong?
It's you listening who wrote this song
No eyes so I can't see you
No lungs so I can't breathe
A wet tumorous pulp but I can still hear you scream
Dead from what you gave her
Medical waiver
Ripped from the womb of a drugged up raver
No teeth so I can't bite you
No tongue so I can't speak
A raw mangled fright but I can still hear you shriek
I'm not a saviour
I'm just your failure
But I'm still better than your cretinous behaviour
You slag
You're mad
You used your doctorate to force a head out of her vag
Inept
Unkept
Who cares if I'm a nightmare for a young nympholept
You murderer
Unburden her
Entitled to my view, who cares about hurting her?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Can't you take what you've fucking done?
You're right
You're wrong
You slag
You mong
You're right
You're wrong
You bitch
You whore
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
You're wrong
No eyes so I can't see you
No lungs so I can't breathe
A wet tumorous pulp but I can still hear you scream
Dead from what you gave her
Medical waiver
Ripped from the womb of a drugged up raver
No teeth so I can't bite you
No tongue so I can't speak
A raw mangled fright but I can still hear you shriek
I'm not a saviour
I'm just your failure
But I'm still better than your cretinous behaviour
You slut
You let yourself get raped until I grew inside your cunt
You spastic
You bastard
Made her piss me out with chemicals in a bag made of plastic
Let me die
Let me live
I'm not a tool for you to use to win your argument
You mong
You're wrong
You're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
No eyes so I can't see you
No lungs so I can't breathe
A wet tumorous pulp but I can still hear you scream
Dead from what you gave her
Medical waiver
Ripped from the womb of a drugged up raver
No teeth so I can't bite you
No tongue so I can't speak
A raw mangled fright but I can still hear you shriek
I'm not a saviour
I'm just your failure
But I'm still better than your cretinous behaviour
You dick
You're sick
You lot are just a bunch of little stuck-up childish pricks
You're indecisive
It's derisive
How you pretend to give a shit as to if I live
Bemused
Abused
Used for more views on the BBC news
I'm wrong?
I'm wrong?
It's you listening who wrote this song
No eyes so I can't see you
No lungs so I can't breathe
A wet tumorous pulp but I can still hear you scream
Dead from what you gave her
Medical waiver
Ripped from the womb of a drugged up raver
No teeth so I can't bite you
No tongue so I can't speak
A raw mangled fright but I can still hear you shriek
I'm not a saviour
I'm just your failure
But I'm still better than your cretinous behaviour
You slag
You're mad
You used your doctorate to force a head out of her vag
Inept
Unkept
Who cares if I'm a nightmare for a young nympholept
You murderer
Unburden her
Entitled to my view, who cares about hurting her?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Can't you take what you've fucking done?
You're right
You're wrong
You slag
You mong
You're right
You're wrong
You bitch
You whore
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're right
You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
You're wrong
No eyes so I can't see you
No lungs so I can't breathe
A wet tumorous pulp but I can still hear you scream
Dead from what you gave her
Medical waiver
Ripped from the womb of a drugged up raver
No teeth so I can't bite you
No tongue so I can't speak
A raw mangled fright but I can still hear you shriek
I'm not a saviour
I'm just your failure
But I'm still better than your cretinous behaviour
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Writer(s): James Leete
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