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You must die, I alone am best
I hope you flip some guy tha bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of tha Beatles' tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red, you have no brakes
And Hard Copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die
I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching tha bottle fed puppy
And we can't forget tha newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But CNN referred to him as Bowling Ball Bag Bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the Silence of the Lambs dance ta Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from Deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die
I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called Balls on Chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And tha prison guard looks the other way
'Cause he's tha guy you flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope you die