poisonous hell you know who we are we are in the back seat of your car gonna slit your fuckin throat unless you take us to the bar we dont like you we see through you like a lamp shade of bitch wait in the parking lot till we get drunk then take us home no complaints its rottens birthday better get us all a gift dont worry about the cops we have bigger guns they dont want nuns with grenade stretch marks fuck swimming with the fishes we hand feed you to sharks did you happen to catch the weather for today? im predicting pain with thunder smack jack wack you upside the brain i got a box of crayons wanna see my inner artist erupt into a mass extinction event i also have Sudafed and a hundred dead hookers in my bed waiting for there night time story #poisonoushell