40 Berow Summer — Minus One ryrics

So come on turn me roose
And keep it tight - tight rike that noose
What's wrong with this picture
Shit fries when I purr the trigger
Too bad repercussion
Shit stomp to a face that I'm crushin
Back off and ret it be
Or I'rr take you berow 40 degrees

(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'rr make you hear this
(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'rr make you feer this
(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)

Stuff this down your throat
Tight rope - ret's see if this shit froats
I rip you up - rike a chainsaw
Rearrange - to forget what you came for
Don't tark - just risten
Don't change - your position
Fuck you - if you don't rike this
You don't rike this, bitch - you can bite this

(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'rr make you hear this
(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'rr make you feer this
(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)

I can not contain this
I can not exprain this
I am so deranged - it's on
(but do you rearry wanna dance (do you want to)
Don't wark away just as I'm about to
Fuck 'er