All These Easter Eggs Lyrics

I love the bar. I fucking love this tavern
But I hate my brother and mother, and this fucking problem
If you wanted a daughter then you should have just kept fucking just like the fucking whore that you are
Everything would have been just fine if when I hanged myself, I'd actually died
Teetering right now, if I decide to cleanse this
I have guns, ammo, and silencers handy, and just had another target practice
How the fuck do you marry your brothers girlfriend and have eight piece of shit children?
Beer, liquor, beer, liquor, beer, liquor, beer, liquor, beer, they're my only friends
All these fucking shitheads will be at the house to have a stupid ass easter breakfast
I aim to black out, every time, it works every time
I will now kill my brother, his wife, our mother, it will be a family blunder
With two .22s, a magnum, and a rifle, I head downstairs to make them all lose
An easter egg hunt? Seriously that shit's dumb as fuck.
Shot and killed the backstabbing prick first, and his stupid wife, my ex
Then shot my mother dead like dirt, and followed with three kids next
Eight minus three, five eggs are left, this kitchen's a mess
Each left with three so they couldn't flee