Chatterbox - Hub City Stompers

The time has come to ask you «have we met»?

We must have from the way you talk shit on the internet

Saying things I never knew about myself

Now I sense a destiny: your ass and my size 12

I know that you’re the guy to spread said lies

I’ve seen it in Helvetica right before my eyes

And I heard it from the east, west, north, and south

Let’s see how you talk shit with a steel toe in your mouth

Run like a bitch

So fun to play the righteous one, now you’re paying for your sins

Run like a bitch

When I catch up with you I’m gonna bash your head right in

I know you like to let the loose lips flap

You gossip like a little girl who needs a big bitch-slap

Saying things whether or not you know them true

Now you’re standing silent when I’m here in front of you

You’re dealing with a person, not a screen

I’ll «double back slash» your throat and «delete» your fucking spleen

And your girlfriend better put away that mace

Before I have the skinhead girls do a dance upon her face

You’re reaping every stitch the doctor sews

You’re earning yourself missing teeth and a badly broken nose

'Cause you’re the type of bitch-ass that I loathe

I see you have 2 faces so I’m gonna break them both

I hope you hold the lesson that you got

You’re better not to speak or type about what you know not

And when you wake up sore in the morning

Be sure to remind yourself this was just a warning