Walkin down the street and I'm clenchin my fists I'm waitin for a punk b***h to even start talkin s**t Not today please man I'm not in the mood Don't even f**k with me I got a bad attitude Truth down the ave see a punk wanna beef Fake thug lookin hard can't be over 15 He's lookin mean staring at me wearin thug dress Wearin a wife beater when he barely ways a buck wet Man what you lookin at I'm iller than you And I've eaten fuckin steaks that were bigger than you So get the f**k out of my grill I'm mentally ill I wanna "murder murder murder and kill kill kill" Walked over to him grabbed a spoon out of my pocket Gouged out his eyes and I scalped off the sockets Busted a nut and sprayed it all in his brain Snapped off his head and attatched it to a chain And I swung it around and beat a bystander with it I'm wicked I took his fuckin ear and I bit it Off and spit it in the face of a midget I should be commited I don't care man I admit it I just don't know how to cope When I had a bad day so peep that song that I wrote I choke your throat and drill holes in your head Just because I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Don't f**k with me today cause I'm I might just break your face if I'm Too much stress buildin up cause I'm Pissed pissed s**t b***h - (repeat 3X)