Letras
Eeyore
Yeah, meet the man that made me
Greet the can that I came from
The fucking sacred heart of Jesus
Blew it in the back room, feelin' like a real goon
Get the fuck away, I might kill ya
Get your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Yeah, I am the great big mouth
I am the great big mouth
Burn
Good riddance, though I'm sad to say
I didn't get to kill you
Rhetoric, better look both ways
Gotta get an arm through
Yeah
What the fuck is up? Get the fuck away
Run if you want to
Innocent? You're a guilty conscience
A temper breakthrough
Yeah
Prepare, you fucker
Prepare, you fucker
Prepare, you fucker
Prepare, you fucker
I don't give a fuck, bitch
I don't really care, bitch
I don't give a damn, you don't matter
I don't give a fuck, man
I don't really care, man
I don't give a shit, man
I'm the super sized man
Yeah
You, you ain't shit
I am the great big mouth
Take that, motherfuckers
You are fucking beautiful out there, grandioso fabuloso
You are fucking wild, Mexico City
You are very, very, very fucking wild
Let me fucking hear it
Are you ready?
Then here we go