I'm killing shit
When I think of it
Then I spit on it
Im sounding like a Hypocrite
And I can't even count to six
I'm bad at maths - maybe not that bad
But listen to this best 16 I've ever had
I'm had like Harold, 17 year old
I don't entre bands cause I'm accepted like tenfold
I don't give a dahm
When ya shouting at a mac
Smoking all this, uhh...
Escobar escapades - a decade too late
Say; mate, what's the day, what's the date?
Am I getting paid? F*ck I'm late what's ya pager? Right, I'll see ya later...
"Who ya talking to?"
Shit, I'm looking like a fool
No ones even there
To listen to this drool
Is it even cool?
Nor but I've done this shit since school
On the secret - on the down low
On the secret - on the down low
Oh no
Jo-joes looking like a god damn bozo
Ho ho ho
Merry Christmas bitches
I can find is on your Christmas wishlist
Like tick tick tick
There goes another song
I don't even know what the f*ck is going on
Wrong trail of thought
I need to stop with the bongs
Maybe if I did I could write a decent song
I'm gone