Lyrics
Verse One
What! Thought I wouldn’t hear about this?
Two little rich kids trying to rip off Kit,
Nah, you couldn’t be this stupid,
Buying one copy then re selling my shit,
I’m at boiling point,
Cause the more you deny then the more I get annoyed,
You double-crossed me like the Passion on repeat,
What made you think I wouldn’t hear this shit on the street?
Two stuck up kids burning my shit,
Trying to make money like they rapped my shit,
Pressing off albums like they own my shit,
Run my shit, well you ain’t shit!
I’m at boiling point,
My visions gone red and my brain says destroy,
I wanna cut you up,
Make your friend cum in a cup and make you drink that shit up,
I gotta twisted mind,
I think about the Devil practically all the time,
Right now, your life is mine,
And I’m the one to show you what a fucked up time is, right?
Well that’s where you’re wrong,
Who says I do the shit I say off of the song,
I do, see, you’re already confused,
Just keep listening while I tighten this noose,
You better hold your breath,
So you can scream when I drill this nail in your chests,
I fucking hate back stabbing sneaky snakes,
People with grins but who really think hate,
It’s too late, you can’t apologise now,
You’re sorry cause I caught you, not sorry cause you are,
I think I’ll put your bodies in my car,
I haven’t got a licence but it hasn’t stopped me so far,
Chorus x4
I just want you to get one thing straight,
I hate bootleggers,
Verse Two
I’m at boiling point,
Cause the more you lie to me the more it’ll wind me up,
So if you don’t shut up,
I’ll make you shut up with a punch to the gut,
And after that a few to the face,
Staple your eye lids and make you watch Will & Grace,
Make you smoke weed that’s laced,
Make your heart stress as if it’s doing 90 in a race,
And you can take these threats half hearted,
Cause when I follow them through your wish that I’d never started,
Your friend looks like he’s about to pass out,
That’s a shame, it means he won’t scream and shout,
I’m still at boiling point,
Even more so now than when I first caught your exploit,
I have a huge collection of deadly toys,
Which make grown men scream like little boys,
I know I usually joke about shit,
But this is real, I’m mentally sick,
Parents, don’t let your kids listen to Kit,
I’ll do a pied piper, take them off of a cliff,
Bootleggers all around the world,
If I catch you selling my cd I’ll kidnap your girl,
Back to the people in my trunk,
I’ll think I’ll slit their throats with a petrol pump,
Blunt as fuck without an edge,
It will take a couple goes before I hack off the heads,
But it doesn’t bother me at all,
I love violence; it’s what I fucking live for,
Slamming heads in doors,
I’m an addict, I just want more and more, gore and gore,
Stop crying and take it like men,
Who dies first? You Ian or Razor Ren,
Chorus x4
I just want you to get one thing straight,
I hate bootleggers,
