Here's a new song by The O-to-the-Pin-to-the-ion-to-the-Head...
Fuck this fucked up battle
Fuck that fucker who's back in the saddle
Fuck guys who have studs in their tongues
Fuck all those who knowingly pollute their lungs
Fuck everybody who thinks outside the box
Fuck everybody who watches all the clocks
Fuck and that's number seven
Fuck and now we're three away from eleven
Fuck anything that makes no sense
Fuck everything that makes one dense
Fuck Bam Margera and Tom Green
Fuck Ashton Kutcher and People Teen
Fuck the Oscars and fuck the Grammys
Fuck the party sluts in South Beach Miami
Fuck those who sell out for greed
Fuck those who are addicted to speed
Fuck the naysayers and those who dissent
Fuck the confessors and those who repent
Fuck MTV and fuck VH1
They'll be dead meat when it's done
Fuck those perverts who wear the frock
Fuck those embezzlers who inflate the stock
Fuck Home Shopping and fuck Lifetime
Those two are rancid with estrogen slime
Fuck the rants that use biased thoughts
Fuck the pants that have shitty spots
Take me home to your mother, dear
Watch her quiver with dread and fear
Fuck all words that rhyme with sizzle
Say it right, you fucking wood chisel
Fuck the players and fuck the game
Fuck the mayors racked with shame
Take two pills and call me in the morn
Fuck all those who jerk-off to beastly porn
Fuck the mulberry bush, the monkey, the weasel
Fuck all those who can drink five gallons of diesel
I am vulgar and I don't fucking care
Today, I forgot to wear fucking underwear
Fuck those who choose to start a stupid fight
Fuck anybody who dates a hermaphrodite
I am psycho and I need to be medicated
To say this many fucks, you have to be dedicated
Johnny Cash once knocked me upside my fucking skull
He says I suck at fucking rhyming, I should be declared void and null
I should end this fucking dreck before I'm banned
I should bitch about Wal-Mart and end up canned
Life is shit and this we all know
Be fucking nihilistic, that's the way to go
See, see, I can do it too...Fred Durst can't touch me with a fifty-foot pole...How do like them apples?
By the way, thank you for your time and attention.
Here's a new song by The O-to-the-Pin-to-the-ion-to-the-Head...
Fuck this fucked up battle Fuck that fucker who's back in the saddle Fuck guys who have studs in their tongues Fuck all those who knowingly pollute their lungs Fuck everybody who thinks outside the box Fuck everybody who watches all the clocks Fuck and that's number seven Fuck and now we're three away from eleven Fuck anything that makes no sense Fuck everything that makes one dense Fuck Bam Margera and Tom Green Fuck Ashton Kutcher and People Teen Fuck the Oscars and fuck the Grammys Fuck the party sluts in South Beach Miami Fuck those who sell out for greed Fuck those who are addicted to speed Fuck the naysayers and those who dissent Fuck the confessors and those who repent Fuck MTV and fuck VH1 They'll be dead meat when it's done Fuck those perverts who wear the frock Fuck those embezzlers who inflate the stock Fuck Home Shopping and fuck Lifetime Those two are rancid with estrogen slime Fuck the rants that use biased thoughts Fuck the pants that have shitty spots Take me home to your mother, dear Watch her quiver with dread and fear Fuck all words that rhyme with sizzle Say it right, you fucking wood chisel Fuck the players and fuck the game Fuck the mayors racked with shame Take two pills and call me in the morn Fuck all those who jerk-off to beastly porn Fuck the mulberry bush, the monkey, the weasel Fuck all those who can drink five gallons of diesel I am vulgar and I don't fucking care Today, I forgot to wear fucking underwear Fuck those who choose to start a stupid fight Fuck anybody who dates a hermaphrodite I am psycho and I need to be medicated To say this many fucks, you have to be dedicated Johnny Cash once knocked me upside my fucking skull He says I suck at fucking rhyming, I should be declared void and null I should end this fucking dreck before I'm banned I should bitch about Wal-Mart and end up canned Life is shit and this we all know Be fucking nihilistic, that's the way to go
See, see, I can do it too...Fred Durst can't touch me with a fifty-foot pole...How do like them apples?
By the way, thank you for your time and attention.