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I'm gonna rip your fucking head off
And shove it up your ass
I'm gonna take your arms
Limb from limb
And put them in a vat
And call the nearest witch in town
To curse your future past
And every time you see me
You best be stepping on the gas

(ringing)
*sir we have an incoming
Transmission from South Omaha*
Yeah? open it up
*it appears to be an image of a
Man standing before me
On a public porch complete butt naked
Stand for a dora skateboard
In front of his dick
And he's waiting for a response*
Hmm, send him this

I'm gonna rip your fucking head off
And shove it up your ass
I'm gonna take your arms
Limb from limb
And put them in a vat
And call the nearest witch in town
To curse your future past
And every time you see me
You best be stepping on the gas
Ahhhhhh!

Anything new from that skateboard guy?
*negative sir, it appears he's been banned
From all communication devices following
A stint in trying to illicit inappropriate
Pictures from underage girls*
Ah, thank god he's gone
Did he ever get out message?
*no sir, but if I ever see him walking around
I will let him know this

I'm gonna rip your fucking head off
And shove it up your ass
I'm gonna take your arms
Limb from limb
And put them in a vat
And call the nearest witch in town
To curse your future past
And every time you see me
You best be stepping on the gas
Ahhhhhh!



Credits
Writer(s): John Lane Burns, Matthew Fuentes James, Michael Fuentes James, Nathan Thomas Keitges
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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