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Sangtekst: Home Grown. That's Business. Ubotherme.

You drive me up the fucking wall
I can't stand you anymore
I don't want to talk to you

I'd rather be ignored
Your mom's a bitch
Your dad's a jerk
And you're a nasty whore

I'm sick of all the things you do
I can't stand you anymore
Your breath is fucking stinky
And your body smelly

Smoking all your cigarettes
You're gonna burn in hell
You're a fucking loser
You're always getting stoned

Masturbating in your bedroom
When you're all alone
Well, I don't want your money
I don't want you around

I don't need your fucking company
Because you bother me
You're so damn annoying
Irritating you are, you're so irritating

Whenever you start yelling
My ears begin to bleed
I don't wanna listen
But you will never leave

You are my ball and chain
There's nothing I can do
My mind is going to explode
Being around you

You're always fucking singing
All the trendy tunes
Play air guitar, you rock with Gwar 666
You'll be a rock and roll star soon

Going out to parties
And acting really cool
Shooting up and drinking
When you should be in school