[Intro: Aubrey Plaza, Arin Hanson]

It's like a weird thing where it's like, I hear

I hear this so much that I alm- I want to stab you

I want to stab you, and I would

Oh my God! Holy fuck! What the fuck? God damn it!

[Verse 1: xMINUSx]

Hey, come and get your boy, 'cause he’s about to get wrecked

Steppin' to the wrong crew, bitch, we’ll break his fuckin' neck

He better mind his P's and Q's, we'll stomp him out, it's how we do

He'll be nothin but bloody mush all over my shoe

But he kept talkin' shit, wouldn't ya know?

Even though we tried to tell him how this was gonna go

But when you force our hand, you can catch these fists

Straight to your face, and wе'll kick your ass, you little bitch

[Verse 2: Gristle]

I bashed his face in, it fеlt great on my fists

Blood up to my wrists, and I'm not even pissed

I take my knife out, and it's lookin' for some fun

So I slice him up and down like a hot dog bun

You'd think that'd make him quit, but he's nothin put persistent

He should be passed out cold on the cement

But he’s talkin' shit, still comin' at me

So I'm 'bout to fuck him up like Bob Barker did Happy

[Interlude: Arin Hanson]

Oh fuck, what's happening? What is happening?

Oh God! What the fuck?

[Verse 3: xMINUSx]

I kicked him in the balls so hard that they popped out his ass

Now he busts a fuckin' nut every time he pass gas

And he cums so much, he should probably thank me

But he'll never get a girl, his shitty balls are so stanky

And he's gotta be careful, 'cause he's prone to infection

Just two balls hangin' with no protection

And in the front, an empty bag, like yo mama's purse

He should just be glad I didn't put him in a hearse

[Verse 4: Gristle, xMINUSx]

High five, tag me in to finish the job

I'm goin for his heart, sacrifice to Kali Ma

The end is coming near for this stupid little bitch

His heart in my hand as I roll him down a ditch

Aw dude, what the shit, what the hell, what the fuck?

Sorry man, had to let him know what was up

So he’s dead? Yeah, he’s dead! What, again? Yeah, again

I guess he had it comin', now what about his friends? Ooh

[Outro: Arin Hanson, Aubrey Plaza]

You failed me, everybody failed me

They all failed me! There's nothing! There's nothing for me here!

Fuck, fucking sick

You are all sick

Sick little babies, and you all need to be stabbed