Testo Meat Bag

Why battle the pain when you're destined
To hate your fate
Like chains stained in blood

I crave a second weapon
Shatter the beat
The ocean applauds
Sliced and stricken lifeless
Born inside a cage
Tiny baby cutie pie
You look bad for your age

Saving all the animals
Impossible to do
Cry myself to sleep at night
I still love barbecue

Hiya ha frickin' hiya
Hiya with your hand

Hiya ha frickin' hiya
Hiya with your hand Chop the slump
And snuff the stunk
You got the passion man

Grow up
Scale up
Screwed up
The next phase
Managing to scare off the whole place

Errant
Wear it
Declare
Its a race
Move too fast blows up in your face

No shit the pixel guy parties
His spittle all over your body

Not enough bread too much mayonnaise
Switch out grit for undeserved praise

Balls
Look at those balls
Balls

You gotta be cute
To wanna save you