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(Verse 1)
You broke my heart, yeah, you did me wrong,
So now I'm out here singin’ my petty-ass song.
I ain’t one for talkin’, I ain’t one for grace,
But I got a pocket knife and a bowel full of rage.
(Pre-Chorus)
One slash, two slash, three and I’m done,
Left the last one standing just to fuck with someone.
Then I climbed on the hood, dropped my pants with a grin,
Left a gift so big, they’ll need a shovel to get in.
(Chorus)
Oh, slash, slash, slash, and a steamer on the hood,
Taught you a lesson like I knew I should!
Bet you’ll think twice ‘fore you cheat again,
Now your car smells worse than your bullshit did!
(Verse 2)
You used to ride clean, you used to roll proud,
Now you’re stuck in the lot while I laugh real loud.
That last tire? Oh, it’s stayin’ up tall,
So the tow truck man can charge you for ‘em all.
(Pre-Chorus)
One slash, two slash, three and I’m done,
Left the last one standing just to fuck with someone.
And that hood? Well, I made it my throne,
Took a victory squat while I checked my phone.
(Chorus)
Oh, slash, slash, slash, and a steamer on the hood,
Did what your karma said somebody should!
You broke my heart, now you’re broke down too,
Hope that turd on your car reminds you of you!
(Bridge - Spoken)
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I'm proud of myself,
But damn, revenge really do help.
And if you’re wonderin’ why I only slashed three,
Insurance don’t cover it, that one’s on me.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, slash, slash, slash, and a steamer on the hood,
This ain't petty, it's just understood!
You can steal my love, you can tell your lies,
But you can’t drive far when you're missin’ three tires!
(Outro)
"Yeah, good luck drivin’ to your new man’s place now, bitch!"

A funny accustic written song Lyrical,Weird,Happy,Uplifting