Bloodhound Gang - I hope You Die

You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the birdHe cut you off and you're forced to swerveIn front of the Beatles' tour busA Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological wasteThe lights turns red you have no brakesAnd "Hard Copy" gets it all on tapeSo you can see the look on your face
Die Die Die Die Die Die DieDie Die Die Die Die Die Die
I hope your Pinto begins to spinTakes out a disabled Vietnam VeteranMows down a Nobel Peace Prize WinnerAnd maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal FamilyAnd the Rabbi that clutching the bottle-fed puppyAnd we can't forget the newlywedsAnd those Jerry's kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasizeI hope this helps to clarifyI hope you die
I hope your cellmate think he's GodBut C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"Serving time again for abuse of a corpseOnly this time the victim's Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestockHe does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian RockEat feces and quotes from "Deliverance"And fight with his imaginary playmate Vince
Die Die Die Die Die Die DieDie Die Die Die Die Die Die
I hope he grins like Jack NicholsonAnd forces you to play a game called "Balls on Chin"And whatever happens next is all a blurBut you remember "fist" can be a verb
And you finally regain consciousnessYou're bound and gagged in a wedding dressAnd the prison guard lool the other way 'Cause he's guy ya flippd the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasizeI hope this helps to clarifyI hope you dieI hope you die