Die Roger Die
Well we started off alright but things turned sour pretty quick And I wonder 'bout how everything went wrong Perhaps you said some things to me you didn't mean to say I'll be sure to sort you out before too long Now you live in Colora'do with a new identity And you think you made a damn fool outta me
Die Roger, die I said I'm gonna stab you in the head But first I'll gouge out your eyes I'm gonna track you down, I'll never stop until you're dead Die Roger Die, Die Roger Die
So now you're prolly wonderin what I'm gonna do to you The day I come a-walkin cross your lawn Sure you got away that one time but don't count on it again Don't think I won't show up to make you gone A drill bit through your testicle would suit you pretty well and you'll feel that just before you go to hell