Dead 歌词

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.