Ask me
Do you give a f*ck?
No
(Why are you running? Why are you running?)
Why are you running
When it's not to late
To start prepping your body
For my dinner plate
Stepping up to my spot
Like you can't escape
From your predetermined path to being everything you hate
A Nazi, a hypocrite, a bourgeoisie
A tiny f*ckboy oedipus Togepi
I grab my epididymus and give it a squeeze
(I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck about the color of your skin
Unless I'm wearing it
The backhand I give your kids
They deserving it
Your grandmamma's next of kin
She'll get over it
The head I got in a bin
I'll be dunkin' it
(I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck about the color of your skin
Unless I'm wearing it
The backhand I give your kids
They deserving it
Your grandmamma's next of kin
She'll get over it
(Now that's not a very nice thing to say young man
I think you should learn some manners)
Keep guilt tripping me
I'll live with no regrets
I'll f*ck up your whole day
To buy a Lotteria set
You say that you have changed
But I'm willing to bet
If I hit up your DMs
You'll be running to my bed
In 3, 2, 1
I'm taking all the bodies out my basement
Face it
They're better of laying on the pavement with no faces
I'm a vagrant
I'll take your baby's milk and I'll lace it
With cyanide and a toxic agent
They won't make it past their own enslavement
I do this shit for entertainment
Stab my eyes for amazement
Mass murder's taking place
And you cannot contain it
Might as well embrace it
Cause the fact is that hackin' and slashin'
Is our vacation
Harvesting all my hearts from the homeless
When you're on my menu I'll order you boneless
And pick your meat from my teeth with a cutlass
Oh, sorry, excuse me but Miss
I noticed that you left your man sad and penny-less
A shell of his former self with no cojones
I'll do you one better and I'll cave his brains in
Or bury him alive and leave him suffocating
Then dig him back up and carve his face in
Set him aflame
We can watch him flail
Cuddle on his ashes and go to jail
Send each other severed toes through the mail
Fall in love through the bloodshed we trailed
Sell smack and shivs just to post our bail
Find a house with our kids that's for sale
Live until we grow old and our hearts fail
Dead
Damn Travesty - Nice Guy Lyrics
Damn Travesty - Nice Guy Lyrics
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Ask me
Do you give a f*ck?
No
(Why are you running? Why are you running?)
Why are you running
When it's not to late
To start prepping your body
For my dinner plate
Stepping up to my spot
Like you can't escape
From your predetermined path to being everything you hate
A Nazi, a hypocrite, a bourgeoisie
A tiny f*ckboy oedipus Togepi
I grab my epididymus and give it a squeeze
(I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck about the color of your skin
Unless I'm wearing it
The backhand I give your kids
They deserving it
Your grandmamma's next of kin
She'll get over it
The head I got in a bin
I'll be dunkin' it
(I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck about the color of your skin
Unless I'm wearing it
The backhand I give your kids
They deserving it
Your grandmamma's next of kin
She'll get over it
(Now that's not a very nice thing to say young man
I think you should learn some manners)
Keep guilt tripping me
I'll live with no regrets
I'll f*ck up your whole day
To buy a Lotteria set
You say that you have changed
But I'm willing to bet
If I hit up your DMs
You'll be running to my bed
In 3, 2, 1
I'm taking all the bodies out my basement
Face it
They're better of laying on the pavement with no faces
I'm a vagrant
I'll take your baby's milk and I'll lace it
With cyanide and a toxic agent
They won't make it past their own enslavement
I do this shit for entertainment
Stab my eyes for amazement
Mass murder's taking place
And you cannot contain it
Might as well embrace it
Cause the fact is that hackin' and slashin'
Is our vacation
Harvesting all my hearts from the homeless
When you're on my menu I'll order you boneless
And pick your meat from my teeth with a cutlass
Oh, sorry, excuse me but Miss
I noticed that you left your man sad and penny-less
A shell of his former self with no cojones
I'll do you one better and I'll cave his brains in
Or bury him alive and leave him suffocating
Then dig him back up and carve his face in
Set him aflame
We can watch him flail
Cuddle on his ashes and go to jail
Send each other severed toes through the mail
Fall in love through the bloodshed we trailed
Sell smack and shivs just to post our bail
Find a house with our kids that's for sale
Live until we grow old and our hearts fail
Dead
Do you give a f*ck?
No
(Why are you running? Why are you running?)
Why are you running
When it's not to late
To start prepping your body
For my dinner plate
Stepping up to my spot
Like you can't escape
From your predetermined path to being everything you hate
A Nazi, a hypocrite, a bourgeoisie
A tiny f*ckboy oedipus Togepi
I grab my epididymus and give it a squeeze
(I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck about the color of your skin
Unless I'm wearing it
The backhand I give your kids
They deserving it
Your grandmamma's next of kin
She'll get over it
The head I got in a bin
I'll be dunkin' it
(I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck about the color of your skin
Unless I'm wearing it
The backhand I give your kids
They deserving it
Your grandmamma's next of kin
She'll get over it
(Now that's not a very nice thing to say young man
I think you should learn some manners)
Keep guilt tripping me
I'll live with no regrets
I'll f*ck up your whole day
To buy a Lotteria set
You say that you have changed
But I'm willing to bet
If I hit up your DMs
You'll be running to my bed
In 3, 2, 1
I'm taking all the bodies out my basement
Face it
They're better of laying on the pavement with no faces
I'm a vagrant
I'll take your baby's milk and I'll lace it
With cyanide and a toxic agent
They won't make it past their own enslavement
I do this shit for entertainment
Stab my eyes for amazement
Mass murder's taking place
And you cannot contain it
Might as well embrace it
Cause the fact is that hackin' and slashin'
Is our vacation
Harvesting all my hearts from the homeless
When you're on my menu I'll order you boneless
And pick your meat from my teeth with a cutlass
Oh, sorry, excuse me but Miss
I noticed that you left your man sad and penny-less
A shell of his former self with no cojones
I'll do you one better and I'll cave his brains in
Or bury him alive and leave him suffocating
Then dig him back up and carve his face in
Set him aflame
We can watch him flail
Cuddle on his ashes and go to jail
Send each other severed toes through the mail
Fall in love through the bloodshed we trailed
Sell smack and shivs just to post our bail
Find a house with our kids that's for sale
Live until we grow old and our hearts fail
Dead
Writer: David Muñoz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid