You cannot trust me I will stab you in the back
I'll sell your grandma on the street to buy some crack
If crack is not available I'll buy (?)
You have to take things as they come that is my motto
I'm laying groundwork for your ultimate demise
But you can't see that if you look into my eyes
I have been fucked over a thousand times or two
And now I feel that I must take it out on you
And that's the good news
that's the good news, baby
When you talk to me I am vomiting inside
I think that vomit is what killed my inner child
When I look at you I am filled with violent rage
I feel like telling you that you should act your age
All I can talk about is your (?)
And how that little ass of yours looks just like food
Your taste enclosing is of low concerne to me
It's just a reflection of your stupidity
And that's the good news
that's the good news, baby
Das sind die guten Nachrichten
das sind die guten Nachrichten, Baby