Maddens for N00bz Lyrics

Before you came my ability to breathe without thinking about destination idiotville. Your lack of knowledge on subjects you speak make me want to rip my ears off and shit on your face. I don't know your name, but its all the same. Still, you keep talking, and I keep tearing myself apart inside debating on what knife you'd like. Original king of the slobs. It's just the right place wrong time, yow. Madden's for n00bz. Attempt to keep your mouth shut in a ziplock bag, Please dunk your head into this piranha tank, With doubts of fear or regret, let's see just what you can do when your face has nothing left. Headline, from that night read something like this: "it appears that our victim has died, from extreme usage of vapid garbage, and there is nothing left". Siezed. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it ever again. Or I'll kill you, I'll kill you. I'll kill you fucking dead.