I hope this one hurts you

The soundtrack to your demise

We need in a vinyl format of the sweet sound

When a lying bastard dies

Your verbal backhands

I'm sorry you feel that way

Well you will be sorry when your clique turns to shit, then who else you gonna play

Forget the good times, I wish you an awful life

You're getting honesty, otherwise you'd get the knife

Don't you love it when the backstabbers

Get stabbed back

I bet they like that

A wound for every bad thought about you

I've evеr had, now I don't feel as bad

As the first line says, I hope this hurts you

Thе trick is to breathe

And I've been huffing and puffing in anger lately

See how pissed you made me

Searching for solutions to put me at ease

The lack of info about revenge puts me to sleep

Read the books on how to get away with fun

See I could be as strategic on how to get the damage done

You could have been an angel

But you picked me

And I'm sorry, but you picked the wrong one

And while you drown, something to think about

On your way down

If I was a friend, how different would this turn out

I'd leave it and leave you alone

Feel free to tell the world that I'm a monster I'd proudly wear the fur

Cause you'll soon know, nice guys don't finish in gold

Don't you love it when the backstabbers

Get stabbed back

I bet they like that

A wound for every bad thought about you

I've ever had, now I don't feel as bad

Don't you love it when the backstabbers

Get stabbed back

I bet they like that

A wound for every bad thought about you

I've ever had, now I don't feel as bad

Now you can't move, now you can't talk

Now you can't shoot any more of your shots

The world sleeps soundly, and will wake up in peace

While you're under dirt and rock, dirt and rock

Now you can't talk, now you can't move

Now you can't shoot any more of your shots

The world sleeps soundly, and will wake up in peace

While you're under dirt and rock, dirt and rock

Got you where I most want you, in my hands

I'm gonna make you hurt, make you hurt, make you hurt

Motherfucker, I'ma end you, end you

Don't you love it when the backstabbers

Get stabbed back

I bet they like that

A wound for every bad thought about you

I've ever had, now I don't feel as bad