Atascatto
Mother, what do husbands and wives do when they get married?
What the --
You really wanna shoot it
You really wanna burn the fucker alive
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it
You really wanna bury it alive
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it (stop it get your stetement)
Shoot it (stop it I got the point)
Oh! Come on
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
You gotta burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
A bottle of tears (what a freak celebration)
Remeber he'll shoot (when he has the occasion)
Now endorfins are platonic
You really wanna shoot it
You really wanna burn the fucker alive
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it
But make him say he is sorry before he dies
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it (stop it get your stetement)
Shoot it (stop it got the point)
Oh! Come on
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
You gotta burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
What the --
You really wanna shoot it
You really wanna burn the fucker alive
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it
You really wanna bury it alive
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it (stop it get your stetement)
Shoot it (stop it I got the point)
Oh! Come on
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
You gotta burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
A bottle of tears (what a freak celebration)
Remeber he'll shoot (when he has the occasion)
Now endorfins are platonic
You really wanna shoot it
You really wanna burn the fucker alive
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it
But make him say he is sorry before he dies
You wanna shoot it
You want it
You want it
Shoot it (stop it get your stetement)
Shoot it (stop it got the point)
Oh! Come on
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
Don't just say say say!
You gotta burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking
Burn the fucking PIG.
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Writer(s): Sandra Rodríguez Michel
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