Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on. Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on. Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on. Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on.
This garden that I built for you. That you sit in now and yearn. I will never leave it, dear. I could not bear to return. And find it all untended. With the trees all bended low.
Cover your dome or feel the motherfuckin' glock. The problem child is in the house, I'm lettin' off shots. Biggedy bang, biggedy bang, hit them motherfuckers dead.