[Verse 1]

I hate your guts

Wouldn't even help if you were stuck

In some guy's basement

And he was getting ready to chop you up

And I hate your face

Wouldn't even help you if he chased

You down Belmont Ave

And threw your body in his fireplace

[Chorus]

I get high off the thought of you on fire

I don't know why, but it's true

You must be a special kinda stupid

You can't see all that you've ruined

[Verse 2]

I hate your brain

If you even got one, it's such a shame

You're gonna make a great filet

On a tray at the murdеrer's buffet

And I hate еverything you say

You're such an asshole, were you born that way?

I don't know how you made it to this age

But now you're up in flames

[Chorus]

I get high off the thought of you on fire

I don't know why, but it's true

You must be a special kinda stupid

You can't see all that you've ruined

[Verse 3]

How's your skin smell?

I'll see you in hell

Maybe it'll change you

And we'll get along well

But for now I find

Comfort in my mind

Thinking 'bout you inside

The fireplace of that guy

[Bridge]

I hate your guts

Wouldn't even help if you were stuck

In some guy's basement

And he was getting ready to chop you up

[Pre-Chorus]

I get high

I get high

I get high

I get high

[Chorus 2]

I get high off the thought of you on fire

It makes me smile when I feel blue

All those shitty things you've done that I'll remember

When he's coming after you