“I am God”, said an asswipe.
Blew his horns, sounded from a pipe.
All you bloody did was see a shrink,
Who helped you get outside of hell’s brink.
Like a Jungle-man beating his chest,
You proclaim that you are the best.
You can walk on water,
Do things like in the gutter.
Make wine out of pee-pee,
Glamorous gold shit-shit.
Fucking whores on a schoolnight,
I’mma choke your windpipe.
Don’t mess with me, dickhead,
Might light fire to your fucking bed.
Phoney baloney bastards,
A match made in hell,
Selling shit like Starbucks.
If I didn’t know, I couldn’t tell.
All bling-bling without a ting,
All ting-ting without warning.
Fuck you to damnation, you toad slime.
I’mma gonna curse you till it’s my time.
My gut falls,
I see U.
Fuck this summer.
I ain’t getting out of here,
Unless I am in a box,
Nah, I am not imitating,
To see if I can spew venom
This isn’t over,
My head’s in the shitter,
I say, doesn’t matter
To the man in the mirror.
Oh you don’t my cackling laughter?
Why, I will just giggle like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like my one liners?
Why, I will just say oops like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like my stinky bombers?
Why, I will just eat kale like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like my slam poetry?
Why, I will just draw hearts like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like where I’m going with this?
Why, I will just take my top off like Barbie.
You feel empty,
You were unhappy,
You selfish prick,
You had to fill the hole,
With my shattered soul?
You had to make yourself happy,
By making me feel crappy?