Old Yeller

Take me out to the back of the shed Shoot me in the back of the head Take me out to the back of the shed And shoot me in the back of the head Take me out to the back of the shed And shoot me in the motherfucking head, yeah A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Bet you've never seen a wreck like this Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch So what you trying to say about my wrist? Yeah, I'm Old Yeller Yelling at the top of my lungs, but I'm always at the top of the cunt I'm like the runt litter I made a deal with God that lets me live to the fullest But with the company paying to make me bitter, yo I stay in the dark and I bark at the walls Until my last breath leaves my lungs, yuh I'm waiting for my master to come back with a clip Ain't no point if I run Ain't no point if I run Take me out to the back of the shed And shoot me in the back of the head Take me out to the back of the shed And shoot me in the motherfucking head, yeah A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Bet you've never seen a wreck like this Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch So what you trying to say about my wrist?