I Utter Lyrics

Go ahead and give me a massive kiss, bitch, you already know I'm a masochist

I enjoy the pain, I love the game, but I hate the dirt you put on my name

You can talk, but you can't walk, so I guess you're lame

So, lame

So, lame

Yeah

Well, whatever

All right

Oh

It's hard to stay in this joker pace when I am in a lower

Space

Then I start thinking of my older faiths, if I go back, all my growth is erased

Era,

Like a smoker, ooh, I'm back in my smoker phase, like I'm already starting to feel lower

Case

And I am turning into a psycho like I'm Norman Bates, Norman Bates, and I know I'll never make as much as

A broker makes

And I speak truth, and it feels like molar weights

I'm a Christian, so I am owner based, but the blessings are growing slower rates

Slower rates

Now I'm crying with a swollen face,

Die Mutter cuz my mother

Is shit like her eye color

Shit on the end of my summer

So now I have to advise others that she got me and my brother and prolly, like nine others

To confide other, to deprive others of happiness because she makes herself seem like a divine

Mother, now it's my honor to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, Donna

No longer my mama riding on a high llama onto a cloud on a, that's quite honest,

To ignore her high drama

She's confusing, like, looking up, Vi Dom A, and you wonder why I act like Jeffrey Dahmer

How's life as a pedophile that constantly chokes on yellow bile, a stupid ghetto child

That bruises your elbow while trying to pass through narrow aisle,

You fat fuck

Plus your a xenophile

Then you reach your peak, noise, what I was a wee boy, then you messed with my three boys

How could you be void and use decoys like I teach these boys, when in reality,

They was three coins, when you had a free choice, with each choice, but between boys, you moved

To town like some cowboys, and I'm done with you, yeah, and you know what, I'll be making

It to heaven, but it's not really my point, not my place to say where you'll go, heaven

Or hell, your choice, but right now, in time,

I Utter Die Mutter cuz my mother

Is shit like her eye color

Shit on the end of my summer

So now I have to advise others that she got me and my brother and prolly, like nine others

To confide other, to deprive others of happiness because she makes herself seem like a divine

Mother, now it's my honor to say goodbye, Donna

Man, recently, I have been pulling out my hair

Breathing in this dry air, it's a freaking nightmare, dealing with these people who deny

Their faulty ways, and speak it into my ear, and while they lie there, I try to give my

Share, when in reality, do I care, when it comes to these babies, who needs a high chair

Still a ripe pair, I can see that cause of my eyewear, then they say they have a reason

So I ask, why, where