Lyrics Sneaky Devil - The Garden
I've
got
something
for
you
Can
you
tell
me
more?
Yeah
come
on
in
When
you
come
in
close
the
door
I'm
just
sick
and
fucked
up
At
what's
been
going
on
All
these
bastard
ass
fuck
goblins
Shitting
on
my
lawn
Pseudo
street
persona
Grovel
to
your
owner
Glad
I
don't
know
you
That
embarrassing
shit
that
you
do
Hit
me
with
the
goosebumps
I
sit
and
laugh
at
your
crew
But
I'm
sure
it
ain't
that
funny
to
you
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
just
stay
in
the
crease
Mind
my
own
business
Until
I
need
a
release
I'm
sick
of
old
white
men
Sick
of
terms
and
conditions
Sick
of
politicians
Sick
of
carbon
footprints
Sick
of
tradition
Sick
of
public
submission
Sick
of
all
these
bitch
made
vultures
Never
asking
permission
Sick
of
racism
coming
straight
out
the
system
And
everywhere
else
I've
got
something
for
you
Can
you
tell
me
more?
Yeah
come
on
in
When
you
come
in
close
the
door
I'm
just
sick
and
fucked
up
About
what's
been
going
on
All
these
bastard
ass
fuck
goblins
Shitting
on
my
lawn
I've
got
something
for
you
Can
you
tell
me
more?
Yeah
come
on
in
When
you
come
in
close
the
door
I'm
just
sick
and
fucked
up
About
what's
been
going
on
All
these
bastard
ass
fuck
goblins
Shitting
on
my
lawn
I
don't
care
if
I
get
copied
'Cause
when
I
was
your
age
I
would
maybe
get
sloppy
But
I
didn't
take
it
quite
to
that
level
Catch
you
acting
like
a
sneaky
little
devil
It
gets
testy
when
you
take
it
too
far
Calling
my
family
from
a
town
out
far
Fuck
you
kid,
now
I
have
your
address
And
in
a
second
I
could
put
your
racist
ass
to
bed
Just
shut
the
fuck
up
and
go
with
the
flow
I'm
sure
I'll
be
running
into
your
ass
at
the
next
show
It'll
get
nice
and
awkward
when
you
see
me
Give
you
a
real
overdose
of
the
VV
(Shout
out
to
wharfwit)
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