Lyrics:

Where's the road to your heart?
Which way to your swollen soul?
What about your girlfriend, man
Can you sale her, let her roll
Stop!!
What's that stuff??!!
Fuck! Enough!!
Hiperenigmatic stuff of Mr. Nothing
Someone said, that you're the best
I know this guy, he's a liar
You're so proud, you fuck the rest
I'll kick your ass, you will be higher
You look like a dick in a roses garden
You could look better, so try harder
You fuck youself in your own butt
You will be pregnant, you poor nut