Dam Those Days Just Went By So Fast,
This Time I'm Making The Future Last,
Even Though I Was Going Through A Lot Of Shit,
Sometimes These Days I Still Feel Like A Bitch,
Trying To Forget Those Days I Was In The Hospital,
Never Once Did I Had A Chance To Go To A Mall,(not really)
Never Did I Wish To Have A Father To Call,
Always Taking Shit From Some Faggot Named Paul,
I Always Listened To Old Fucks Tell Me To Do What's Right,
Listen You Old Prick, Go Take A Hike,
I'm Trying To Chill My Friend Mike,
It's Like A Never Ending Cycle,
If You Don't Stfu I'll Take A Recycling Bin & Throw It A Your Gay Friend,
I Knew I Was Never Good Enough At Writing As Soon As I Picked Up A Pen,
But I Try To, Other Then Sit & Whine & Feeling Shit Like These Other Foo's Do,
So What Do I Do In This Struggle Of Un Creative Writing ?,
I Take A Razor And Start Slicing My Arm (Not Really),
This Is Gonna Be Karma To That Fucking Razor,
Tell Your Girlfriend I Have Her Number In My Pager,
There Is Nothing You Could Do To Save Her,
I'm Gonna Be There Fucking Her Tonight,
She Is Gonna Be The One Struggling To Fight,
I Happened To Might Just Not Have A Condom,
But That's Alright Cause I'm Really Fucking Your Mom,
Now Enough Of This Weak Shit,
I'm Busy Trying To Fit My Dick Inside Of Your Mom's Clit
HaHaHaHaHaHaHa,, Sory The Ending Went A Little Crazy There
