The Inbreds — Smote lyrics

Lyrics

Why do you think you’re worth so much to me?
Your debts are high, you run so deep
with your advice, you tell me how to get _______
Your ______ so proud _______
Traitor and betrayer, how do you expect,
with due respect, the things you do
The thing that bothers me is the fortunes that come to you
Your stinking hands, your puckered face