Gonna call the cops on me?
Is that your new thing?
Mrs. 911
Now that has a good ring
You wonder why I hate it here
Maybe because of all of the lies
What's the point of being here?
So much sh*t flies
I hate you with my whole being
Deep down I know you lied
I'm not evil, not in my soul or heart
But you will never know, you will be fined
You think you're perfect, you think you're right
But the truth is that you ain't sh*t
There's nothing good or wholesome about you
All you do, day and night, is throw a nasty fit
We fight and scream
You hit and choke
I just want some respect
But no, you want to poke
I can't breathe or talk
I have fingerprints around my neck
My arm and throat hurts
Just throw my body over the damn deck
