Pop the cap, it's time for a drink
driving around, time to get in sync,
with a bullet down your throat,
and a chant in your head,
repent motherf*cker, that's what I said.
But don't feel bad, I know you're dead,
but don't be sad, because it's permanent.
You may be roamin', that's no lie.
But pretty soon you're gonna die.
We're angelic, assassin, punk ass freaks
and we've got a goal, to hear you scream,
so get me ecstasy, get me sweets,
because I wanna f*ckin' hear you squeak.
Blow your load all in this land,
drop down a coin into my hand,
a payment for a job well done,
so f*ck me rough and now I've won.