F.D.S. (sh*t Finger di*k) lyrics

by

Lunachicks


You're a..........
Mental case, 'bout time I smash your face
Got a habit of steppin' out of line
Oh yeah, well here comes your time
You're a damn disgrace, a total insult to the human race
Try and make me feel bad all the time
Good thing you're not my sign!

You always want what you can't have, but baby
You can't have me!

You're a.........
Bleeding heart! Not even worth a fart
Got the worst halitosis that I've smelled
You can just go to hell
Don't even start, gonna put you in a shopping cart
Gonna roll you down a steep hill
And then I'll max and chill

Baby you think you know better
Why don't you go knit a sweater!

Can't have me! Can't have me! You can't have me!
Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, chopped up little birdies' feet
French fried eyeballs rolling down the dirty street
And I forgot my spoon!

Only want what you can't have and babe and what you can't have is me
I don't care who you are
What the f*ck you want from me
Diss me once, diss me twice
I don't think its very nice
Punch you in your stupid face
I sh*t on you and it feels great!

Can't have me! What you can't have!
You always want what you can't have
And baby, you can't have me!

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