P.O.S. by Skin Ticket Lyrics

PIECE OF SHIT
YOU MAKE ME SICK
WHAT YOU’VE DONE IS DONE
CAN’T RUN FROM IT

Now you’re marked for death you piece of shit...

Mutilate what’s between your legs
Just to claim my trophy
No more abuse for you to spread
Hang your phallus from the seventh story

You take innocence like it’s a fucking game
Abuse whoever and hush them so you’re safe
Ill tell you right now, your game is done
I’ll hunt you down and kill you just for fun

PIECE OF SHIT
YOU MAKE ME SICK
WHAT YOU’VE DONE IS DONE CANT RUN FROM IT
THERES NO EXUSE
FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE
NOW YOU’LL PAY THE PRICE YOU FUCKING SCUM
Now you’re fucking dead you piece of shit...