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For all of you who hate this day...

As I was driving to work this morning, I grabbed the first CD on the top of the stack, stuck it in, and got a good chuckle. I had opted for a CD instead of the radio, which was filled with sappy love songs and lame DJs doing their "what's the worst Valentine's Day gift you ever got" schtick.

This was the song that blared from my stereo. I thought it was sort of perfect for the wrong-side-of-the-bed mood I woke up in.

I apologize in advance for the naughty words and the irreverent take on the day. It's just one of those days...

"Break Stuff"
by Limp Biskit

It's just one of those days
When you don't wanna wake up
Everything is f***ed
Everybody sux
You don't really know why
But you want to justify
Rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
Your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherf***er
It's just one of those days!!

It's all about the he says she says bullsh**
I think you better quit
Lettin' sh** slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
Its all about the he says she says bullsh**
I think you better quit talkin that sh**
(Punk, so come and get it)

It's just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm f***in' up your program
And if you're stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get f***ed up
Your best bet is to stay away motherf***er
It's just one of those days!!

I feel like sh**
My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now I'm dangerous
We've all felt like sh**
And been treated like sh**
All those motherf***ers that want to step up
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your a** raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your a** raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your f***in' face tonight!!
Give me somethin' to break
Give me somethin' to break
So come and get it

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