Yer Mom Every Last One
Fighting our way to the heart of the battleMy chances are
slim but yours aren't much better One of the many things
in life nobody wants to admit . . . The greed for money
fuels all corruption Me and my friends on a night of
destruction Come on along you'll see I'll take every last
one out . . . What we need is a plan of persuasion To
persuade all of you to join our invasion Come on along
you'll see I'll take every last one out . . .
