You know it starts with a thought inside
An overloading sensation that I just can't hide
I tried to bury it deep deep down
But the anger floods my balls until they drown

There's a sign, right in front
Can't you read, it's pretty blatant?
Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
I'm sick of being eloquent

Cut the chatter, slow your roll
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you up the cock hole!

If you give it a little thought
You'd appreciate that blabbering don't make you a big shot
But you went ahead and opened your trap
So explore the sound your bones make when they snap

There's a sign, right in front
Can't you read, it's pretty blatant
Shut your fudging mouth, cunt!
I'm sick of being eloquent

Cut the chatter, slow your roll
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you in the cock hole!

Before you came alone, my tolerance was tight and strong
Way back when I had the quintessential zen

Are you fucking deaf?

There's a sign right in front
Can't you read? It's pretty blatant
Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
I'm sick of being eloquent

Cut the chatter, slow your roll
I can't go back I'm on parole
So shut your fucking mouth, cunt!
Or I'll smash you in the cock hole!

Cock hole!