I Hope You Die

You must die, I alone am best!
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 I hope you flip some guy the bird
 He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
 In front of the Beatles' tour bus
 A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
 Hauling hazardous biological waste
 The light turns red, you have no brakes
 And 'Hard Copy' gets it all on tape
 So you can see the look on your face
 Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
 Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
 I hope your Pinto begins to spin
 Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
 Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
 And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
 Perhaps even the British Royal Family
 And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy
 And we can't forget the newlyweds
 And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead
 I hope this helps to emphasize
 I hope this helps to clarify
 I hope you die
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 I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
 But CNN referred to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
 Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
 Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
 While he masturbates to photos of livestock
 He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian rock
 Eats feces and quotes from 'Deliverance'
 And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince
 Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
 Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
 I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
 And forces you to play a game called 'Balls on Chin'
 And whatever happens next is all a blur
 But you remember 'fist' can be a verb
 And when you finally regain consciousness
 You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
 And the prison guard looks the other way
 'Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird the other day
 I hope this helps to emphasize
 I hope this helps to clarify
 I hope you die
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 I hope you die