Testo di Dead

Pretend you can hear me then wish you were dead. Then you'll never have to listen to me again. You're so famous then go back to Vegas marry 4 times a night that's your delight,drink all night. Go insane, you might as well put a bullet in my brain. Maybe should have just droped my head Be dead or rot in a jail cell living off bread. Running around my cell sining im dead im dead You dont even know the pain it will drive you insane like a bitch biting your dick you just wana beat her with a stick so good night and god bless and just remember who's the best underneath your girl friends dress.