Punk Bitch Flash E

You're a sick, sick boy, you are. You've got your wine, women, and cash. Semiautomatic superstar. In the pan, you're a punk bitch flash. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let. Tell me, mister, what's the story today? Who is it you want to be? I've got some ammo and I'll send it your Way. Destroying friends and family. I feel a stranger stealing my candy. But you're a housefly trapped under glass. Fat chance of getting me in your Caddy. In the pan, you're a punk bitch flash. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. Masquerading as a man about town. The seventh chord is my fist hitting your face. You think you're on but your body's straight down. In the scheme of things, you're gonna lose the Race. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out. I'll round up every beast you let out.