Text: Grimskunk. Fieldtrip. Ska-se (Shut The Fuck Up).

Do you really think I got nothing better to do
Than sitting around here listening to you
Your mouth's a gaping anus spewing diarrhea
Spreading your lies like a verbal gonorrhea

Every fucking word you say just gets under my skin
I hear your goddamn voice and I'm feeling needles and pins
If your mouth was a weapon we'd all be dead
You make me wanna get a gun and fill you full of lead
Skase you really got a big mouth
Skase I wish you'd shut your big mouth
Shut the fuck up!

you know you're wasting my time
and I'm losing my mind

shut the fuck up-flapping your hole all day
shut the fuck up-can't believe the shit you say

listening to you makes my blood run cold
if whining was an Olympic sport you'd surly win a gold
your voice it carries, can't get away from you
shut your fucking mouth or I'll fill it with my shoe

Psema apo psema, den xero ti na kano
psema apo psema, s'akouo kai ta hano
milas poli i glosa sou petai
anigis to stoma sou kai den stamatai
mou spas ti psixi me ayti ti vromia
skase re malaka tha sou spaso to stoma

you really got a big mouth
every word is just a turd
to fertilize why I truly despise you
Shut the fuck up!