The Hunt

Don't you fuck with us,
You fucked up fuck
We're gonna hunt you down,
We're gonna cut you up
You little shit,
You need to learn to behave
We're gonna send you out,
We're gonna make you pay
We know you think that you're the King,
We're gonna love it when we see you swing
You're gonna try to hide,
You're gonna try fight
You're gonna beg us to forgive the things you've done,
You're gonna make appeal; ask us to make a deal
Well, we'll forgive you when you pay for every word,
We know you think that you're the King
We're gonna love it when we see you swing
We're dialing 99 but we just cut the line,
And we'll be done here long before the cops have come
We're gonna buy the spade,
We're gonna dig the grave
We're gonna be here smiling when the dig is done
We know you think that you're the King
We know you real enough to strap your thing
Well baby here's the thing,
We're gonna love it when we see you swing
(We're gonna love it, really gonna love it,
Kinda love it, really kinda love it)
Keep on chasing sheep,
You cheatin', lyin' theif
The wolf who ate his fill,
Don't like to pay the bill
And now you better run,
'cause it's us on the hunt