Xvall
6th November 2002, 20:15
KOMMUNIZT KILLA
“Happy Years”
First day of may
It’s tha year of tha dragon
Mothafukin’ dumb ***** landlord raggin‘,
Fuckin rich prick was askin’ for my money
So I took his fukin’ neck; twist it like a bunny
Second day of June
It was they year of the snake
Took the bastards body and I chucked it in the lake
But it stayed intact if wasn’t eaten by a carp
Cuz before I threw it in I had wrapped it in a tarp.
Third of July
And the year of the ram
I saw another landlord. GOD DAMN!
Why can’t these fuckers get outta my way?
Oh. He’s being nice. I’ma kill him’ anyway!
Fourth of August
Year of the fly
Now I got the landlord and he’s gonna DIE!
Run; retrieve the hammer and sickle quick
Cause’ I’ma slit his throat, and I’ma pound his DICK!
Fifth of September
Year of the horse
Did I kill the fucker? Yeah. Of course.
I took his little body and I pumped it full of nails
Let him sit and rot and get eaten by the snails
Sixth of October
It’s the year of the fiend
Me and my pals, were dressin’ up for Halloween
Going door to door in our combat suits
With our trench coats, Aks, and Combat Bootz!
Seventh of November
Year of the lion
Run for your life, Or you’ll be Dyin’!
Time to go home, and eat thanksgiving
Really, I’d invite you, but you ain’t living!
Eight if December
Year of the sword
Holy fuckin’ shit! Another Landlord!
I’d like to say that your time as expired.
I would go and kill ya, but I’m tired.
January Ninth
Year of snow
I would leave the house but there’s no where to go
Now I’m caved in, I’m loosing my mind
I’m living offa vodka and eatin’ pork rinds.
February Ten
The Year of the duck
Gah! It’s a landlord! WHAT THE FUCK!
I killed all your fuckers, just to deal with this shit!?
Fuck it! Where’s my knife! I’ma cut you *****!
March Eleventh
Year of the purse
(There’s no year of the purse!) Yeah there is, did you rehearse!?
I took me three periods to write this fukin’ song!
You’re a fucking traitor! I knew it all along!
April Twelve
Year of the moon.
Yeah, don’t worry you’ll be dead soon.
I’ll walk to your body with a really sharp blade,
And then I stab your balls and they EXLPLODE like a grenade!
Back to may
Year of the bone.
I’m about to talk on the telephone
I called up my landlord, and then I said.
Oh wait; no I didn’t.
He’s DEAD!
“Happy Years”
First day of may
It’s tha year of tha dragon
Mothafukin’ dumb ***** landlord raggin‘,
Fuckin rich prick was askin’ for my money
So I took his fukin’ neck; twist it like a bunny
Second day of June
It was they year of the snake
Took the bastards body and I chucked it in the lake
But it stayed intact if wasn’t eaten by a carp
Cuz before I threw it in I had wrapped it in a tarp.
Third of July
And the year of the ram
I saw another landlord. GOD DAMN!
Why can’t these fuckers get outta my way?
Oh. He’s being nice. I’ma kill him’ anyway!
Fourth of August
Year of the fly
Now I got the landlord and he’s gonna DIE!
Run; retrieve the hammer and sickle quick
Cause’ I’ma slit his throat, and I’ma pound his DICK!
Fifth of September
Year of the horse
Did I kill the fucker? Yeah. Of course.
I took his little body and I pumped it full of nails
Let him sit and rot and get eaten by the snails
Sixth of October
It’s the year of the fiend
Me and my pals, were dressin’ up for Halloween
Going door to door in our combat suits
With our trench coats, Aks, and Combat Bootz!
Seventh of November
Year of the lion
Run for your life, Or you’ll be Dyin’!
Time to go home, and eat thanksgiving
Really, I’d invite you, but you ain’t living!
Eight if December
Year of the sword
Holy fuckin’ shit! Another Landlord!
I’d like to say that your time as expired.
I would go and kill ya, but I’m tired.
January Ninth
Year of snow
I would leave the house but there’s no where to go
Now I’m caved in, I’m loosing my mind
I’m living offa vodka and eatin’ pork rinds.
February Ten
The Year of the duck
Gah! It’s a landlord! WHAT THE FUCK!
I killed all your fuckers, just to deal with this shit!?
Fuck it! Where’s my knife! I’ma cut you *****!
March Eleventh
Year of the purse
(There’s no year of the purse!) Yeah there is, did you rehearse!?
I took me three periods to write this fukin’ song!
You’re a fucking traitor! I knew it all along!
April Twelve
Year of the moon.
Yeah, don’t worry you’ll be dead soon.
I’ll walk to your body with a really sharp blade,
And then I stab your balls and they EXLPLODE like a grenade!
Back to may
Year of the bone.
I’m about to talk on the telephone
I called up my landlord, and then I said.
Oh wait; no I didn’t.
He’s DEAD!