He really thinks he's something
She'll make a fortune without luck
I'll make my friends without a buck
Somebody opened up the box
How could you be so stupid
1, 2, 3, 4
Gotta get away for sure
Brother and sister
Mr. And Mrs.
Look out now and c'mon
You're a backstabber
Backstrabber
You're a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you're better of red and dead
She thinks she's heaven and I am hell
How could I care 'bout nothing
But you're a hardcore superstore
Plastic little ugly whore
How could she be so stupid
Brother and sisters
Mr. And Mrs.
Look out now and c'mon
You're a backstabber
Backstrabber
You're a backstabber
Hey, man, I think you're better of red and dead
Brothers and sisters
Mr. And Mrs.
I don't think it's funny to be wearing a gunny
Haschis as fascist, taxes and faxes
Look out now and c'mon
Backstabber
Backstabber
You're a backstrabber
Hey, man, stab me
That's right
He thinks he's Jesus and I think not He really thinks he's something She'll make a fortune without luck I'll make my friends without a buck Somebody opened up the box How could you be so stupid 1, 2, 3, 4 Gotta get away for sure Brother and sister Mr. And Mrs. Look out now and c'mon You're a backstabber Backstrabber You're a backstabber Hey, man, and I think you're better of red and dead She thinks she's heaven and I am hell How could I care 'bout nothing But you're a hardcore superstore Plastic little ugly whore How could she be so stupid Brother and sisters Mr. And Mrs. Look out now and c'mon You're a backstabber Backstrabber You're a backstabber Hey, man, I think you're better of red and dead Brothers and sisters Mr. And Mrs. I don't think it's funny to be wearing a gunny Haschis as fascist, taxes and faxes Look out now and c'mon Backstabber Backstabber You're a backstrabber Hey, man, stab me That's right Explain Request ×
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