'Aint no good for nuthin'
But I'm good for nuthin' see,
The root of all evil, runs off my family tree,
Just like my old Grandma' said,
Shaking her finger at me,
She said ya' Son Of A Bitchin' Dirty Rotten Bastard
Son Of A Bitchin' Dirty Rotten Bastard,
That's you're name gonna' mark it on your grave,
And she was right
'Aint got nuthin' left,
So there's nuthin' left to lose,
The road you're broken down on,
Is longer than that too,
No apologies, no saying sorry,
This is gonna; leave a bruise,
You're A Son Of A Bitchin' Dirty Rotten Bastard,
Son Of A Bitchin' Dirty Rotten Bastard,
That's my name gonna mark it on your grave,
Lying on my death bed, on my Judgement Day,
Priest comes in & asks me, boy, what you got to say,
Well I'm, Hellbound at the speed of sound,
but forward my mail to the Pearly Gates, He said....
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