Gob

You talk a lot
And say too much every day
You're annoying
And you make me sick anyway
You should dig yourself inside a hole
Who's to say?
But you wanna be the wise guy
Go to hell!
And you don't know
What you want
I can't stand you
Get out of my face
You don't know
What's going on
I can't stand you
Get out of my face
Crybaby, crybaby everyday
And you whine about it
Whine about it anyway
You should blow your nose
On your shirt
Who's to say?
But you wanna be the wise guy
fuck yourself!