first things first I'm a problem child, no shoes no shirt and my hair is wild. bebop beeboop like it's out of style, then (oh my god) like my name is Kyle. two in the drink like I'm old man Cosby, playing on my phone like a mindless zombie, surprised g? well nobody can stop me, infact see..I got a lot of bad acne. when I need a bath I tell the soap to come at me attack me, can you help wash my back please? [chorus] I don't need your sympathy, all I want is meat to eat. burgers hot dogs chicken beef, smothered in some nacho cheese, pizza pastas and corned beef, now come and lick my feet. I really don't think it's fair at all to have hair on my head and none on my balls, standing in a stall near a big black horse who won't shut up about the the force and dark cladded knights in the stars above who's only sole purpose is become thugs. normally I just turn and shrug but alas into my eye there flew a bug. [chorus] why do my farts smell really bad? could it be all that junk food I had? was it rotten meat or perhaps some goo? not really sure but my stool feels loose. I had self esteem but I think I ate it, Xbox games are overrated. id rather find a skunk and double date it, cross reference my ideas like we in the matrix. Pop and lock it mamma, I like to watch you shake it. now let's get a room and we can get buck naked.
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