| Kill You |
| | Living life, don't you cry. My life -- pain is God.
Many nights, painful thoughts occur. Love me -- again I'm wrong.
In denial I tried to be your friend. I tried to be a good boy.
All I see, a hate deep inside. Startle me, someone save me.
Now these memories
Still I hide
They bury me
All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x4)
Looking back I was never ever right. You were my step
mom who always wanted me out of your sight. I would come walkin' in and
I'd say, "Hello," but you'd slap me and make some fucked-up comment about
my clothes. But I tried to let it pass, but the pictures in my head were
with you with a knife up your ass laying dead. So I popped some more caps
in your ass. Now your son is such a fuck -- motherfucking bitch never try
to play me!
You make my life -- not so....
All I want to do....
Is kill you....
(x2)
All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x2)
Wish! You! Were dead! Now!
How.... I know
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved.... Never loved
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