We are We are We are I need… nowadays, every girl wanna yack like they got something to say but nothing comes out when i squeeze them t-ts stupid -ss b-tch, open up your legs and put your lead in this oooouuu yeah, that’s that pencil hope you don’t c-m on my instrumental cause i like girls who like girls who like men no white girls, just asian and —-skin anyhoo, but to the topic just the other day, i was hoppin’ in a moshpit some blown n-gg- got a face full of armpit good thing i always apply speed stick (speed stick) cheap and effective like weed is one puff, i’m the b-tthead to your beavis the oprah winfrey to your little white boy who was traumatized because he got f-cked by his teacher (f-cked by his teacher) who also happens to be a catholic preacher (preacher) now, ain’t that amazing? almost as shocking as when i found out that bill o’reilly was a dense-ss racist (racist) anyhoo, back to the statement always on the go, i never get complacent so when i get tired of you, you better move (better move) or get a new face quick (face quick) cause devon ain’t havin’ it k!ll off republicans, stab them in their faces some oj sh-t white bronco, on a old school tip with a white girl like i’m oj, b-tch now suck on this, fiona apple n-gg-, cut yo wrist young, black, wild as f-ck givin’ these fat hoes a tummy tuck, b–tch middle america is not my equal (middle america is not my equal) i will, i will never sell out to rich white people (i will never sell out to rich white people ) never get a job, guess i stay broke (never get a job, guess i stay broke) and i spend all of my free time sniffin’ cooooooccccccaine ugh, yeah question, if n-gg-s had buying power do you think taylor swift could sell a million copies of bullsh-t? the cd format or digital download i swear to god these redneck tweens are in their motherf-cking zone i wanna chop their motherf-ckin’ heads off feed them to my ex-boss who used to the run the town (till i cut his f-cking legs off) how’s he doing? i feed him (yeah) occasionally, beat him treat him like i treat the elders (yeah) stick around for the money, watch it pile tall wait for an opening, then sue him for it all bought a 360 slim with that projector laid back playing opps black, duty of call (wooo) on a 70 inch tv, courtesy of my punching bag lover ooouu girl, there’ll never be another (no) it seems, like there’s only one way and someone please tell these f-cking motorhead fans (ah) i will slap the horsesh-t out of lemmy, k!ll mr cut his chops off, n-gg-, give them to kid sister tired of these old-ss f-cking baby boomers thinking everything without guitars isn’t music (oh my f-cking god) so, jay-z is just bullsh-t? kanye is bullsh-t? but eminem is cool? aaaaaaaaaaa, bullsh-t f-ggots never seen it, lived it or went through it they just denounce it cause they are not in tune with it (haaa) but i know what’s your f-cking problem, dude (what’s that?) seems like ain’t n-body ever noticed you (true) you the type of guy have a bad day, get your panties in a bunch f-ck around and go postal too like franky, what happened? commence to clapping i just saw 8 mile, commence to rapping (yup) my dad is forrest gump, yo commence to acting imma start a revolution like prince’s faction but these problems are k!lling me (what?) i’m like mr. t without the mohawk, another n-gg- rockin’ jewelry a buff, bland n-gg- that’s all committed to c–nery around here, we got a saying for that, g it goes you are not my equal (equal) i will never sell out to rich white people (nope) never get a job, guess i stay broke (guess i stay broke) i need some different punchlines and lyrics that you can skate to so i can sell records to kids i can’t relate to sell out shows that i always show up late to and f-ck model broads i usually m-st-rb-t- to -sniff- sticky purp, call it great glue use it any time i need to fix my mental and i ain’t wanna say nothing but i became a better writer when i stopped using pencils ugh, so shoutout to the cs (word) shoutout to everyone in the gop shoutout to my n-gg-s (yeah) fighting for the cause (yeah) shoutout to that dumb-ss b-tch sarah heath these redneck motherf-ckers want me dead (f-ck y’all) so i wrote them all a poem, this is how it went it went “f-ck glenn beck, f-ck juan williams and f-ck fox news and if you like any of them, then f-ck you too” and i spend all of my free time sniffing c-ke (yeah)

last night, had a vision marble floors, neon kitchens (neon) ugh, ugh, ugh n-gg-, f-ck a rental, f-ck the train anti-internet n-gg-, i don’t aim i got guns, b-tch, clips, b-tch your girl’s carmex on my lips, b-tch (-kiss-, -kiss-) oh sh-t, who done done it? f-ck a white girl and her klu klux cousin i smash your b-tch, she suck my d-ck you kiss that b-tch? you suck my d-ck, pause now can we get a round of applause for the hammerhead b-tch with the great white jaws? why don’t you come play games like saw? and have the condoms in the purse you bought emphasis on “purse you bought” see, you f-cked up, n-gg- see, i’m un-f-cked you fetch for that b-tch, i treat her like a dog and she come running every time i bark haaaa, my house, my car only two things i love thus far cause i don’t give a f-ck about anybody coming i’ll f-ck a hoe, kick her out (i don’t know what you talkin ’bout?) the opposite of a would-be, i’m just living life like you should be and i don’t beg for no p-ssy if she don’t give it up, tell her “don’t push me” b-tch, please last night, had a vision marble floors, neon kitchens (neon) ugh, yeah, ugh, ha sway (yup) in a metronome get your own b-tch, leave mine alone if she never rock with a crazy mind just make sure you do it, don’t ask me why shoot for me the moon, don’t mind the sky if you miss, you’re a star, if you land, you die you know you can’t turn back the hands of time (ugh) but if you (yeah) could (yeah, ugh) maybe you could share the shine, a little bit, huh? greeting miss, how do you do? the honor is mine they call me “joey d. chills” and i noticed you’re fine i see you mingling with them common folk like you was a star so i made my, way over here just to, see who you are i think you cool and i like your style 18, a girl like you runnin’ wild (aye, aye) get your friend to go meet my friend and my friend wonders do you have a twin does she like men or she like girls? it really don’t matter up in his world but back to us, no hesitation let me jot down your information you say you like games, oh really, do ya? let me show my rare ak-ma bbc preffered to you, huh? on my crotch, you’ll find a puma what kind of drink does it take to move ya? (yeah) and what kind of music suits ya? can i get a hot tip and a couple more sips? and we’ll reminisce about the 90s, b-tch see, i never met a girl that’s quite like me (huh) i could be your sousuke, you could be my chidori (alright) and we hand to hand with a rock like lee but you know we just met so, on them brakes, put some ease please there’s no way to explain it unless you’ve been through it there’s no way to tell anyone, who hasn’t tasted i got to turn the whole world on just for a moment just for a moment and be so splendid and one day