See You Next Tuesday

I said run And you wont be able to see me because youll be bleeding from the eyes The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass Why dont you just strap a mattress to your back? These are the last days of the rest of your life Next time I want a better excuse Dropped like a bad habit I wash my hands of you all My slate is clean and Ill be smiling all the way to the bank Face down, ass up I want to destroy something beautiful By the end I want everyone dead By the end Im going to be the only one standing Not even your children are safe