A Fête Worse Than Death lyrics
by Pig
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Television, my teacher
Confessor and preacher
My bible
My bile
The talk show and trial
You're wet, I'm wild
For your shilling, I'm willing
Tune in your lips and burning breath
My fête worse than death
He think he's bad
Ain’t got no class
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*ckin' ass
He think he's bad
Ain’t got no class
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*ckin' ass
Rock this shotgun
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Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this shotgun
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Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
My profit, my pusher
My faker, the hooker
A little praise, it's astounding
In for a penny, I get a pounding
Through all the drinks
My vision shrinks and drowns this life
That slowly sinks
He think he's bad
Ain’t got no class
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*ckin' ass
He think he's bad
Ain’t got no class
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*ckin' ass
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
[Instrumental break]
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock this, oh, rock this
Rock this, oh, rock this
Won’t you rock this?
Yeah, rock this
Oh, rock this, rock this
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, rock
Yeah, rock it
Oh, rock it, woo
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his motherf*cking ass
Rock it
Up his motherf*cking ass
Motherf*cking ass
Motherf*cking ass