[Spoken intro – female Southern drawl, no music] You fuckin’ people… Yeah, you know who you are. Can’t open your mouth without an insult fallin’ out. If I was a guy, I’d say, “Suck my left testicle.” But since I ain’t… You can kiss my sweet ass. [Drums kick in, dirty guitar riff] [Verse 1] These days a conversation’s like walkin’ through a minefield Somebody’s always takin’ shots from somewhere well concealed Stay behind your fuckin’ phone, pretend you’ve got a spine Spend your whole damn afternoon findin’ reasons just to whine Got an opinion on her hair, got a problem with his song You ain’t contributed a thing, but everybody’s wrong Well, bless your heart, your little thumbs must need a fuckin’ rest You’ve worn the letters off the keys explainin’ you’re the best [Chorus – big, stomping, sing-along] Shut your trap, shut your trap Put that bullshit back! You dish it out by the bucketful Then cry when it comes back You ain’t tough, you’re just loud And you sure look proud of that Honey, give that mouth a holiday And shut your fuckin’ trap! [Verse 2] You did it to somebody that I happen to hold dear Then hid behind “just jokin’” when the hurt was crystal clear Funny how your punchlines always leave somebody bruised Then suddenly you’re innocent and everybody’s rude I could spend my Friday night pickin’ you apart But I’ve got better things to do and she’s got twice your heart So I’ll turn this fuckin’ amp up, let the whole damn chorus play You can argue with the speakers—I’ve got nothin’ else to say [Chorus] Shut your trap, shut your trap Put that bullshit back! You dish it out by the bucketful Then cry when it comes back You ain’t tough, you’re just loud And you sure look proud of that Honey, give that mouth a holiday And shut your fuckin’ trap! [Verse 3] No, I ain’t gonna join you draggin’ people through the dirt There’s a difference ’tween bein’ blunt and lookin’ who to hurt I’ve got friends who write their hearts out, put their voices on the line You just wander through the comments bitchin’ every fuckin’ time You don’t have to like the music, you can scroll your ass along Nobody chained you to a chair and made you hear that song But you had to make it personal, had to have your little say Now your big mouth’s got a soundtrack—hope it’s stuck with you all day! [Bridge – stripped back bass and drums, sarcastic spoken delivery] Oh, now I’m uncouth? Well, look at that. You finally said somethin’ accurate. [Guitar slides up] You say, “Can’t you take a joke?” Honey, sure as hell I can. But you’ve told the same damn one all week… Get some new material, man! [Guitar solo – gritty slide guitar, pounding drums] [Final chorus – full belt] Shut your trap, shut your trap Put that bullshit back! You dish it out by the bucketful Then cry when it comes back You ain’t tough, you’re just loud And we’ve heard enough of that Everybody stomp your boots with me— And shut your fuckin’ trap! [Outro – spoken over final guitar riff] Now, if this song ain’t about you… Carry on. But if you’re halfway through an angry comment… [Band stops] There you fuckin’ are.
