Warning: these lyrics are pretty coarse and are not intended to be read by children
Or anyone easily offended by written words.
You've been warned.

F**k yourself with a rubber hose
Stick it in your mouth and down your throat
Up your nose and in your heinie hole
I don't care where it goes
And it don't matter if you're straight or g**
You should f**k yourself anyway
Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say
But I know you, you'll be humpin' away
f**k yourself with your neighbor's nose
If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole
Stick it up your a** and go for a stroll
Everyone will know you've been to this show
If you can't take, eat my stool
Masturbate with some crazy glue
I don't care what you do
Fock yourself with a garden tool
f**k yourself with politics
Ahh they're full of fu***n' fu***n' s**t
I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born
It's amazing that we've been getting f****d that long
f**k yourself with the world wide web
Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed
You may even meet a Tom, d**k, Jane or Billy
Then grab onto your modem and f**k yourself silly
f**k yourself with your heart and soul
Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you
If you can't even f**k yourself,
How ya gonna f**k somebody else?
F**k yourself with my microphone
I'll give it to you later when we're all alone
We can turn it up loud
And see if you come, but
Don't get your j*** on my microphone
f**k yourself with organized religion
Now that is some seriously sinnin' business
If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes
He'll be fu***n' them 'til the end of time
And can someone explain to me this racist crap
I know it isn't white, but it isn't black
And to all you people who only see things your way
Well, you can suck my d**k and take all day
f**k your nose with a pound of blow
Watch your money get up and go
But when you burnt your brain and you say
I don't know!
I hate to tell you but I told you so
f**k yourself with this grunge rock noise
I mean, stuff those albums in your groin
They come down on me because I know how to play -
Hey... F**k you!
F**k yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone
Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes
Now those people think they're holier than Moses
But aren't they just a bunch of fu***n' posers
f**k yourself with your mother's jewelry
I won't tell, I ain't a stooly
If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby
Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie
f**k yourself with the latest fashion
With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons
And if you happen to have some leather and lace
f**k yourself 'til you're blue in the face
f**k yourself with your income tax
They're f*****g you and that's a fact
Before you know it your money's all spent
And you've just been f****d by the government
f**k yourself with your lawyer friend
You're the only one that's getting f****d in the end
I have been so f****d by legal bills
That my a*****e is the size of Beverly Hills
f**k yourself with your full-length sweater
With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter
With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks
Just f**k yourself 'til you can't even think
Those of you who enjoy this song
Thank you thank you, I love you
Let's get it on
But for those of you who are totally outraged
f**k yourself with your face
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#?@! Yourself Lyrics