So Who's Doing Your Dishes This Week,pretty Boy? - Lyrics - Backstabbers Incorporated
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The end. The *** end. I don't need to see the whites in their eyes for me to open fire this time. No *** names. No *** faces. Only moving targets. This is *** war. And when the dust settles, I'll be the one picking up the bodies, and filling holes with wasted space. And you, ***. I hope you are still alive and kicking so I have the chance to pick up any sharp object and put it in your *** throat. This is war. These stories will go down in history. All I ask is to live one day longer than you so I can have the chance to spit on your *** grave. (this song is about you)
