He thinks he's Jesus and I think not
He really thinks he's something
She'll make a fortune without luck
I'll make my friends without a buck
Somebody opened up the box
How could you be so stupid
Gotta get away for sure
Brother and sister
Mr. and Mrs.
Look out now and c'mon
You're a backstabber
Backstrabber
You're a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you're better of red and dead
She thinks she's heaven and I am hell
How could I care 'bout nothing
But you're a hardcore superstore
Plastic little ugly whore
How could she be so stupid
Brother and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
Look out now and c'mon
You're a backstabber
Backstrabber
You're a backstabber
Hey, man, I think you're better of red and dead
Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
I don't think it's funny to be wearing a gunny
Haschis as fascist, taxes and faxes
Look out now and c'mon
Backstabber
Backstabber
You're a backstrabber
Hey, man, stab me
That's right
