Produced and written by Eve Moore Final Chokehold Records, CC BY-NC-SA

[Beer guzzling] [Shout] [Oh god what's happening]

[Scream]

You must die, I alone am best! I hope you flip some guy the bird He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve In front of the Beatles' tour bus A bookmobile, and a Mack truck Hauling hazardous biological waste The light turns red, you have no brakes And Hard Copy gets it all on tape So you can see the look on your face Die die die die die die die Die die die die die die die I hope your pinto begins to spin Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize winner And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner Perhaps even the British royal family And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle fed puppy And we can't forget the newlyweds And those Jerry's kids are as good as dead I hope this helps to emphasize I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope your cell mate thinks he's God But CNN referred to him as Bowling Ball Bag Bob Serving time again for abuse of a corpse Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse While he masturbates to photos of livestock He does the Silence of the Lambs dance to Christian rock Eats feces and quotes from Deliverance And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince Die die die die die die die Die die die die die die die I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson And forces you to play a game called balls on chin And whatever happens next is all a blur But you remember fist can be a verb And when you finally regain consciousness You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress And the prison guard looks the other way 'Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird the other day I hope this helps to emphasize I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope you die