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Our home, our rules Respect them or Bitches receive stitches Trolls receive 86's Stick around if you're house broken Can't hold your shit, hold your tongue, you got to go Should you choose to react like an imbecile You in turn 'll be treated so Yes, we're being condescending Yes, that means we're talking down to you With all that racket from you lips a-flapping We assumed you didn't notice Haters, isolators No one misses these Bitches receive stitches Trolls receive 86's Yes, we're being condescending Yes, that means we're talking down to you With all that racket from you lips a-flapping We assumed you didn't notice Haters, isolators No one misses these Bitches receive stitches Trolls receive 86's You speak like someone who has never been Smacked in the fucking mouth That's OK, we have the remedy You speak like someone who has never been Knocked the fuck on out But we have your remedy You speak like someone who has never been Smacked in the fucking mouth That's OK, we have the remedy You speak like someone who has never been Knocked the fuck on out But we have your remedy
Writer(s): Maynard James Keenan, Mat Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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