Hardsores

I don't know what you want

You and your silly stomp

You shake your back for me

Then wish that you were dead

And every single time

You blow your silly mind

With more laughing glue

I don't know who you are

I don't see any proof

You got a filthy trick

Then get a filthy dick

And every time you wait

You have to masturbate

Oh, you know it well

Wait, don't stop!

And now I'm done with this

And it's so viscious

You criticize my view

Then criticize my 'tude

But there's just one thing

That I'm interested in,

Oh, what's into you!