Karma

Hello how ya doin, I hate your fuckin guts

I always hear you talkin, you should shut the fuck up

I’m not a mean person so I keep it myself

But I hope the weather’s nice when you make it down to hell

I hope you forget to put the seat down,

Before you take a shit

Fall in and get your ass wet, yeah take a little dip

Or find a big ass spider on a spoonful of your food

Right before you swallow and it goes right down the tube

I hope you get ready for a road trip, get all your things in the car

Find the battery is missing, it’s never gonna start

Put on your favorite pants, and head out to the club

He’s only lookin over there’s a blood stain on your butt

I don’t have any nice words to say to your face

I’ll let my girl karma stand up and take my place

I was raised to be a gentleman, I’m hardly ever mean

But karma is a bitch, she’s the devil in your dreams she says

Fuck you I don’t like you, but I would never wish you harm

I just hope you get a tattoo of a penis on your arm

And get your eyebrows shaved off, by your sisters shitty kids

To make room on your forehead to draw fifty little dicks

Now that’s a little much, but I still think you deserve it

Stuck inside your head, you probably think you’re perfect

I have less trust in you than I have in a fart

If left between the two, I’ll always pick a shart

I don’t have any nice words to say to your face

I’ll let my girl karma stand up and take my place

I was raised to be a gentleman, I’m hardly ever mean

But karma is a bitch, she’s the devil in your dreams she says

Now you know the truth, I hate your fuckin guts

Do us all a favor, and shut the fuck up

I’m not a mean person, it’s just something that you do

You can go to heaven I just hope it’s really soon