Lyrics

I'd like to hang you I'd like to be your superstar I'm running out of cash I'm gonna push you real hard Let's go on a trip If you pay then i'll go Guns are some real cool shit I'll fuck you over real slow Scary, scary mouth bowl You must state out your case Yu won't think you're all that With our boot in your face You're greasier than crisco That's jus a shit away You fucked around our friends Now we're copming down you're way We're coming down you're way