Karaoké I Hope You Die Bloodhound Gang

I hope you flip some guy the bird

He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve

In front of the Beatles' tour bus

A Bookmobile and a Mack truck

Haulin' hazardous biological waste

The light turns red

You have no brakes

And Hard Copy gets it all on tape so you can see the look on your face

I hope your Pinto begins to spin

Takes out a disabled

Vietnam veteran

Mows down a Nobel Peace

Prize Winner and maybe some orphans havin' Christmas dinner

Perhaps even the British

Royal Family and the Rabbi that's clutchin' the bottle-fed puppy

And we can't forget the newlyweds and those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize

I hope this helps to clarify

I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks he's God but CNN refer to him as Bowling Ball Bag Bob

Servin' time again for abuse of a corpse only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse

While he masturbates to photos of livestock he does the Silence of the Lambs dance to Christian Rock

Eats feces and quotes from Deliverance and fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson and forces you to play a game called Balls On Chin

And whatever happens next is all a blur but you remember Fist can be a verb

And when you finally regain consciousness you're bound and gagged in a weddin' dress

And the prison guard looks the other way 'cos he's the guy you flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize

I hope this helps to clarify

I hope you die

I hope you die