Happy Killmore

Putting on the green and it's in my hips
Miss this shot again and I lose my shit
I hate this game, I like ice not grass
If I wore pants like that I'd kick my own ass

Happy Killmore
Golf fueled hockey gore

In and out, can't believe my eyes
Fuck this shit, now everyone dies

Clubbed in the face watch blood pour down
Your ass is next, you're gonna die clown

Happy Killmore
Golf fueled hockey gore

The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong
The price is wrong bitch, the price is wrong

Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die

Die for Chubbs' hand
They're selling grandma's land
I'll be the champion

Die for Chubbs' hand
They're selling grandma's land
I'll be the champion

Kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Kandich
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