(Lyrics: Sam Sinister)
I'm sick of your fuckin' shit
I'm about to have a fuckin' fit
I'm tired of hangin' around
So sick of you puttin' me down
Try to figure you out, I need a fuckin' map
Always try to make me feel like crap
It's time to end it now
It's time to end it now
I go to work each day
Work hard for measley pay
Come home to a fuckin' bitch
Blame me 'cause you're not rich
Blamne me 'cause you're so bored
Wanna do things I can't afford
It's time to end it now
It's time to end it now
Chorus:
Try to find the words to say, but no words come to mind
No time for talk, it's time to die
You say I never make plans
Well, how do you like me now
No more fuckin' around, it's time to
Die, die, die
I'm sick of your fuckin' shit
I'm about to have a fuckin' fit
I'm tired of hangin' around
So sick of you puttin' me down
It's time to have some fun
It's time to get a gun
Preparation is a bottle of booze
Sittin' home alone, waiting for you
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
Look so good by the candlelight
Bloodstains on the kitchen floor
Splattered brains on the kitchen door
Blame me 'cause you're not rich
Now you're just one dead bitch
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
(Chorus)
It's time to die (x5)
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