Walkin down the street and I'm clenchin my fistsI'm waitin for a punk bitch to even start talkin shitNot today please man I'm not in the moodDon't even fuck with me I got a bad attitudeTruth down the ave see a punk wanna beefFake thug lookin hard can't be over 15He's lookin mean staring at me wearin thug dressWearin a wife beater when he barely ways a buck wetMan what you lookin at I'm iller than youAnd I've eaten fuckin steaks that were bigger than youSo get the fuck out of my grill I'm mentally illI wanna "murder murder murder and kill kill kill"Walked over to him grabbed a spoon out of my pocketGouged out his eyes and I scalped off the socketsBusted a nut and sprayed it all in his brainSnapped off his head and attatched it to a chainAnd I swung it around and beat a bystander with itI'm wicked I took his fuckin ear and I bit itOff and spit it in the face of a midgetI should be commited I don't care man I admit itI just dont know how to copeWhen I had a bad day so peep that song that I wroteI choke your throat and drill holes in your headJust because I woke up on the wrong side of the bedPissedDont fuck with me today cause I'mPissedI might just break your face if I'mPissedToo much stress buildin up cause I'mPissed pissed shit bitch - (repeat 3X)
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