After All my sins and all that that i've been, I Need to get this off my chest, Im not like the rest and I am the best, I just don't show it, My shit is weak and bleak, But I'll come around, And ride this shit up and down, without a frown on my face i believe i can win the race, The game is about fame and shame and its hard shit, Some times i have a fit and get frusterated and just cant write as i bite the bullet, I hate a mullet liek all the hippie losers around my town prancin around like charlie brown, people call me clown, but i dont care cause im an outcast at last i can admit it with out getting exploded with bullshit.
