your mom (haha)
Old friends and family & your mom (haha)
It's the bird, it must have been the bird Disgusting critter, it must We should have known better then to trust This disease infested ball of lust and carnage Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth What's she thinking? does she really believe That shes above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet The bird, the melodys she play The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak Trying to remind us, its time to awake Antaganizing and instigating my hate The chirps, I turn them into screams My feathered friends end will justity the means Disturbed, I'll grab her by her beak And swing her in circles untill she's too dizzy to speak I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast (she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
Hero is sick as hell
your mom (i gotta one track mind)