wow, i've been gone for a while. now i'm back. gotta do somthin' new here. no bar limit, rap about whatever makes you disfunctional and sick. I'm a son of a bitch, bred to be an ass, Goin' through school skippin', never passin' class, If I ever hear you backtalk or sass, I'm prone to bash your face in with knuckles of brass, Too much grass, now I'm stuck seein' green, Saw my mom too much, now I'm stuck bein' mean, Shootin' the principle, slappin' the dean, Provin' to the world I'm a pissed off teen, Covert, unseen as I bomb your home, You duck down, hopin' that I don't invert your dome, You're freakin' out, paranoid as I tap your phone, And stalk you until you hate bein' alone, I think I inherited these traits from my mom, That's why there's violence in every one of my songs, And right now, I'm ridin' a cloud, smokin' a bong, Envisioning your sister suckin' dick in a thong. how's that?