You must die I alone am best.
Ты должен умереть, я один лучше всех.

I hope ya flip some guy the bird 
He cuts you off 
And you're forced to swerve 
In front of the Beatles' tour bus 
Bookmobile and a Mack [bad word] 
Hauling 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 

Die die die die die die die 
Die die die die die die die 

I hope your Pinto begins to spin 
Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran 
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize winner 
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner 
Perhaps even the British Royal Family 
And the Rabbi that's clutching 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 C.N.N. refer to him 
As Bowling Ball Bag Bob 
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse 
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse 
While he [bad word] to photos of livestock 
He does the "Silence Of The Lambs" dance to Christian Rock 
Eats [bad word] and quotes from "Deliverance" 
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince 

Die die die die die die die 
Die die die die die die die 

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 wedding dress 
And the prison guard looks the other way 
'Cause he's the guy ya 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