Lyrics

Yeah! Its just one of those days Where you don't want to wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You don't really know why But you want to justify Rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, let the shit slip Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, talking that shit Its just one of those days Feeling like a freight train First one to complain Leaves with a bloodstain Damn right I'm a maniac You better watch your back Cause I'm fucking up your program And then your stuck up You just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, let the shit slip Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, talking that shit Punk, so come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion, is to keep your distance Cause right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like shit And been treated like shit All those motherfuckers That want to step up I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way, I just might Break something tonight I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way, I just might Break something tonight I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way, I just might Break your fucking face tonight! Give me something to break! Give me something to break, ah! Give me something to break! How bout your fucking face?! I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw What! A chainsaw What! A motherfucking chainsaw What! So come and get it It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, let the shit slip Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, talking that shit Punk, so come and get it
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Brendan O'brien, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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