“ Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hideI smell the blood of a petty little coward ”
Maybe you'll change Abandon all your wicked waysMake amends and start anew againMaybe you'll seeAll the wrongs you did to meAnd start all over, start all over again.Who am i kidding?Now, lets not get overzealous hereYoure always been a huge piece of shitIf i could kill you i wouldBut it's frowned upon in all fifty statesHaving said that, burn in Hell.
~ Set It Off
I’ve got some questions,Are you sick of feelin’ sorry?And people sayin’ not to worry?Sick of hearing this hakuna matata motto,From people who won the lotto,We’re not that lucky.Have you noticed that you’re breathing?Look around and count your blessings,So when you’re sick of all this stressin’ and guessin’I’m suggestin’ you turn this up and let them hear you sing it
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quickJill's a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks
Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
