Watch it, watch it, watch it
I'm pissed
And it's
You who's got me pissed off

I hear you whinin' and gripin', can't take no mo-ore
I know you see me lookin' at you yet you won't shut your ja-aw
I wanna slug you (slug you), you make my brain so-ore
Just wanna punch you (punch you), pop you in the ja-aw, jerk

Fan of bein' knocked out? No? Well
Stop makin' your lips flail, cause your moanin' is stale, quite stale
Don't wail, exhale
Keep it to LiveJournal or else you I'm gonna impale
So take a hint, buddy, don't be such a douche
Kindly shut it, please, or I'll be punchin' you
Want to study, but we can't cause of you
S-O-single-D off with all the "haters" nonsense, dude
Re-read this sentence seventeen times
We've all lost our place, so your face looks ripe
For a bat attack, baseball or cricket, both are fine
Whichever will stop your near endless whingin' 'bout your life

Please stop your whinin' and gripin', we all implo-ore
But I'm the one closest to shuttin' your fingers in the doo-oore
I wanna slug you (slug you), right hook to the ja-aw
Just wanna punch you (punch you), 'til you whinge no mo-ore, jerk

Buddy I can see that you can't see
Just how much your words are pissing off me-e
Though you're lookin' at me, my eyes all twitchy-y
Rage is plain to see 'cept for you it seems
Are you so self-absorbed and smug
You can't see pain not in your own mug?
Thus you ignore the fact that I've snapped from your endless chat
Lookin' for a thick club
Or are you thick as can be?
Makes sense cause you're barely gettin' C's
You whi-ine (whi-ine) 'bout that instead of doin' somethin'
That'd save from the bad grade blues

Sick of your whinin' and gripin', no end in sto-ore
That we can see, so here's the results from an impromptu po-oll:
We wanna slug you (slug you), make all our heads so-ore
Just wanna punch you (punch you), sock you in the ja-aw, jerk

Still you don't shut up though we've been yellin'
"Shaddup, you whiny twat!" lost count around seven (screw countin')
Look, I know what you've been through
Been there myself, the rest of us too (hard shit we've been through, been through), mm
It's true, but yet we're fine, don't fret, all happy as friends
We dealt with it, man, cause we're not children (yeah)
None of us are moanin' or bitchin', emo-in' (yeah)
Understand your groanin' and whinin' and whingin' but listen to me

Hu-urts to hear your bollocks, pally, you're always actin' so bratty
And we would just gladly go, hate your flappin' lips but sadly
Although you're very chatty 'bout things quite far from dandy
Don't wanna inflict you on other people, would be twatty
So you need to stop bein' such an ass (ass)
Tryna get studied up for class (class)
At first we wanted to go for tact
But we're fine with thwackin' you

And still you're whinin' and gripin', I mean, good lo-ord
You're just repeatin' ev'rythin', all of it gratin', you do-ork
We wanna slug you (slug you), maybe with a fo-ork
Just wanna punch you (punch you), you're really a bo-ore

Quit with the whinin' and gripin', get the hint, do-ork
Your constant moanin' ain't endearin', it's pure torture, for su-ure
We wanna slug you (slug you), choke you with a co-ord
Just wanna punch you (punch you), make you just as so-ore, jerk