Lyrics
Shit
There's parts of me for you to love
And there's parts for you to hate
But when you talk of who the greats
I really shouldn't be so hard for you to rate
'Cause all I do is slaughter, mutilate
So all of you can jump into the water if you wanna argue
Ain't no argument to make
If I'm disputed, I'm a shark if you debate
Went from rags to riches
'Cause I had the vision like a mathematician
Add sarcasm with it multiplied by a fraction of masochism
You get Jack The Ripper back in business
Stackin' dishes on the backs of bitches
Husband's, then attack the missus
If he moves a half an inch to scratch an itch, <i>[?]</i> one to smash, then that bitch gets it
Bitch says she hasn't listened to the pastors since back in Catechism
Isn't Catholic Christian but she worships my balls, she's sack-religious
Shout to Kathy Griffin, hold your head up
No, I meant the bloody severed one of Trump you held up when you snapped the picture with it that you actually lifted