You fucking killed yourself, slit your wrists with my fucking car.
I hope you felt real fuckin' stupid on the way to the emergency room.
I had to fix the window you smashed,
But ill never wash the bloodstains from the floor mats.
Fucking dead queer. I hope you feel real fucking dumb.
Writer(s): Richard Johnson, James Randall, Joseph Hull, Carl Schultz
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