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die song - ploon lyrics

[instrumental]

tardilad: hahaha! sh*t!

[instrumental]

[guitar solo from 2:53*5:37]

[keyboard solo from 5:37*6:47]

[instrumental]
brother smittyjackson: so, to start; your face is malformed. and your legs* they just fold in on themselves
and then… on top of that, your voice is raspy. it sounds like you’re putting your toenails up against a cheese grater
and then… your… your head… it’s the shape of a f*ckin’, like, cone. like, not exactly like a cone, cause cones are like… they look good. they’re a g* they’re a g* just a naturally good looking shape

tyler: solid shape, yeah

brother sittyjackson: yeah, just a good shape

lliam: yeah

brothеr smittyjackson: but, your not* your not a f*ckin’ cone!

tardilad: i like cones

lliam: no you don’t

brothеr smittyjackson: i* it’s more like… it*it*it you remind me of a dandelion; the way your hair looks. cau* it’s unwashed. you can tell it’s greasy. you can feel it’s grease just by looking at it, you can feel it rubbin’ against your f*ckin’ eyes! y’don’t shower lookin’ ass
jus*…
i can see* i can* i can hear your adam’s apple pulsating against the skin of your f*ckin’ neck, man! that is disgusting! i can see your f*ckin’ neck hair. unshaved, disgusting neck hair pulsate as your adam’s apple does

lliam: mine does that, weirdo!

brother smittyjackson: the f*ck!? the f*ck?! what is wrong with you?
y*… what? you think it’s okay just… f*ckin’ punch people in the arm cause you think it’s funny? to go like: whapow! it’s* it’s not even a painful! it’s just straight up f*ckin’ annoying!
not to mention your acne, man… your f*ckin’ acne! look at it! it*it’s dark red! dark f*ckin’ red! like, it starts out pink from the outside, and then it goes just… gra*gra*gr* it’s just grainy then it goes dark dark red! and then tha* right in the middle of that little* little, like* little beige the little pu* the little p*ss coming out!
put a f*ckin’ band*aid over that or somethin’! i don’t wanna f*ckin’ see that! sulms*y’know*little* one of those, like, little scooby*doo band*aids or somethin’, i don’t f*ckin’ care! anything will do
tyler: make your body perfect

brother smittyjackson: w* ye*… yeah! (heh)
plug in it with a f*ckin’ cork! it seaps down your face and forms into grease! the grea* same grease that goes* that drips down your unshaved, disgusting chin hair, and back onto your shirt
the bands that’re on your shirt are pretty f*ckin’ sh*tty, too
never listened to ’em but just… judging by the fact that you listen to them; i don’t think i want anything to do with ’em, y’know?

lliam: boring…

brother smittyjackson: and… your hair… i wanna* don’t even get me f*cking started on your hair, man! f*ck! long, curly… sweaty, it jus* unwashed!
i’m pretty sure your* it*it’s balding* it looks like your balding halfway down your scalp, and you just took the long hair, and just like, put it in front of your… like, where it ends like that, so it looks like your not… y’know? heh!
i’m at a loss for f*ckin’ words. i’m at a loss for words. i don’t con*consider myself a particularly talkative person, but… you have so much wron*wrong with you, that i* i don’t think i can explain it all… but y’know what?

tardilad: you could just die

brother smitty jackson: you can just die!

owen: you could just die

lliam: you could just die

tyler: you could just… you could just die!

brother smitty jackson: you could just like, pass away man! just like
(die!)
die, man!
(die!)
die!
(die!)
die!
(die!)
(die!)
(y’could)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
die!
(die!)
tyler: die!
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
tyler: hahah!
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
tardilad: hohaha!
(die!)
tardilad: hahah!
(die!)
(die!)
(die!)
tyler: just f*cking die!!
die!
*screaming*

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