You have AIDS.
Yes, you have AIDS.
I hate to tell you, boy, you have AIDS.
You got the AIDS.
You may have caught it when you stuck that filthy needle in here.
Or maybe all that unprotected sex which we hear.
It isn’t clear, but what we’re certain of is that you have AIDS.
Yes, you have AIDS.
Not HIV, but full-blown AIDS.
Be sure that you see that this is not HIV, but full blown AIDS.
Not HIV, but full-blown AIDS.
I’m sorry, I wish it was something less serious, but it’s AIDS.
You’ve got the AIDS.
A few years ago, I snuck Freddy Mercury into your son’s room
I gave him anesthesia so he’d never remember getting raped
You spent your life savings putting your kid through college
Then he died of AIDS, so you wasted your money for nothing
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I made your kid get AIDS, so you could watch it die
I made your kid get AIDS, so I could watch you cry
You thought your son was on a diet, so you didn’t worry too much
At the funeral, I told you what happened and laughed at you
I didn’t think that you suffered enough
So I shot your wife in front of you
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Braces, summer camp, college, you wasted all your money
Food, clothing, trips to Disney World, you wasted all your money
Birthdays, Christmas, the tooth fairy, you wasted all your money
Lunch money, field trips, toys, you wasted all your money
