Sep 11, 2005 01:49
Passed That
Who the fuck are you
To point the fucking finger at me
Turn that fucking thing around
And point it right between
I wish there would be no blood
So when I fuck you up
I can walk away fucking clean
It’s a mistake to underestimate
I’m so fucking determined
I could rip out your soul
Through that fucking finger
And fit it right up your ass
I’m not mad, I’m passed that
Its one last straw I cant hold
For once my hands aren’t tied
So I can watch them go through
And out the back of your grin
Motherfucker how does it feel
Neal before me
And ask yourself a question
Who the fuck are you
To point that fucking finger at me
Turn that fucking thing around
And point it right between
Your two fucking eyes
So I can force your face in your shit
Could it get more outrageous
Fucking claims I’m ashamed I heard
I would beat you without mercy
I would hate to spill your blood
Hate to let your see your worth
Hate to make you a scene
Or let some one feel sorry for you
Fucking piece of shit lets cry for you
Let me fucking die for you
Let me bury me, right before you
Let me lie down and take it for you
You and accuser too
Your fucking reason to be
Your reason for leaving
Let me get on my knees
Let me get fucked over again
Point that fucking thing one more time
See where it goes