Lyrics:
Motherfucker
You think you got a worldly wisdom, but you ain’t know a thing
You’re just a pussy in a corner pulling string after string
This song is not about the clowns, but i guess it’s still about one
Said you doesn’t cry that often, bitch now it’s the fucking time

All your words, all the judgments, those went all in vain
You think you broke free from us, but you just loosened our chain

How many other people will you push aside if you just can’t stand the fact that we have used to criticize
Talking shit about the man that brought you only pain, bitch you don’t know what’s comin till you cross with me
Said you got a smart conclusion from the journey we had, may I suggest you one? no one is giving a shit

You’re still a fucking rat that never got out of cage
You are not who you think you are, that’s why you won’t handle with me
(you punk…)

Listen to us carefully and try to follow it, You're not a piece of art, you're just the piece of shit
We may have never deserved to be your fucking friends, but still I think it would be best for us if we had never met

Can you hear me? Can`t you see through? Can you hear us? You’re just a cunt noone betrayed you
Painting yourself as the victim just to cover up the truth
You are such an easy target, I can see right through

You think you got a worldly wisdom but you ain’t know a thing
You’re just a pussy in a corner pulling string after string
Don't say a word about people, you're worse than all of them, motherfucker, “hypocrite" should be your middle name

You said your lines didn’t have to be personal, I now assure you that those are

Called me by a lack of talent, now I’m calling you out
I know you were looking down on me cause you’re a frightened cunt
Took my last piece of asylum because of a wrong decision
You have tied my vision

If you`re so picky about friends, they may go out of stock
Glad you found at least one toady that acts as your swiss clock
Pretending to be antichrist, you think it makes you cool
Go and look at your lap dog boy, he was praying to a fool

Mixing hardcore with grunge turned out nothing but a blunder
This shit died back with your idol let me handle you a plunger
If you`re matching his style, besides buying the dye I think that quitting the game seems like it’s worth of try

I have showed you horror that will follow you for a more than month or two

Try to speak about the hate…
Things you said about the rape...
You fucking psychopath

We don’t care about your views, but I won’t let you off this way
Even if you’ll slander me in public, I will keep it all the same till end
We are not your puppets, but anyway you couldn’t be our master
These knots weren’t loosen up with love, this is our violent answer