Take me out to the back of the shed, shoot me in the back of the head. Take me out to the back of the shed, and shoot me in the back of the head. Take me out to the back of the shed, and shoot me in the motherfucking head. Bet you never seen a wreck like this. Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch. So, what you trying to say about my wrist? Yeah, I'm old yeller, yelling at the top of my lungs. But I'm always at the top of the ***, I'm like the one litter. I made a deal with God that lets me live to the fullest. But with the company paying to make me bigger. I stay in the dark, and I bark at the walls until my last breath leaves my lungs. Yeah, I'm waiting for my master to come back with a clip. Ain't no point if I run, ain't no point if I run. Take me out to the back of the shed, and shoot me in the back of the head. Take me out to the back of the shed, and shoot me in the motherfucking head. Bet you never seen a wreck like this. Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch. So, what you trying to say about my wrist?