I got a present, dear.   A bullet for your thoughts.   the pain you can't endeer.   have a nice rot.      i'll kick your ass,   cause i'm brootal.   you wont last.   and i'll tell.   every mother fucker,   that's on my block.   heck i'll even tell fucking john hock.      i got brass knuckles,   waiting for your face.   i got a brootal uncle,   who will settle this case.      my fist your face.   my fist your face.   my fist your face.   IM GONNA CURBSTOMP YOUR ASS.      i got x's and o's.   for your girlfriend.   she gave me a blow.   she gonna call me when you end.      i break hearts, and i break necks.   i make promises, and i make a wreck.      where's the chorus to this catchy song.   where is the rhythm.   i heard she sang it all wrong.   and, was dyinngggg.      yeaaahi put a bullet to my brain.   i killed myself overrrrr youuu.   you all think im insane.   but you would tooooo.      wow, this song has changed    it's a different tune.   but that's what happens.   i hear she was dead all along.   and this isnt her song.   but she still sang it for you.