Lyrics:

You Like Boys.... I don't

I got rats ticklin' my gwote

Those big shits don't stink the same

When everyone who cared all called me lame

All my kids got killed by a chevy

I sat back and watched the guilts pretty heavy

My wife cheated on me with 10 different guys

All of them at once busted in her eyes

I don't know what I did

I only hit old people with trash lids

Some people don't really like that

But then again some people also fuck cats

Speaking of cats, have you seen the one with the hat

That rat bastard owes me 50 Dollars

My violent tendancies got me in a shock collar

It activates whenever I begin to hollar

Holy shit, I need to fart

I started tweakin off the bart simpson cart

Hittin every wall in the waffle house

When I came to I woke up in a blouse

I fucked a guy named micky 

I ain't no mouse

This ain't no funny clubhouse

Why I'm Like This

I wonder all the time

My favorite DOOM song is rhymes like dimes

I'd commit many crimes for dimes

like selling the elderly 

and killing.

This is not a lie, I'd do it

I'd only keep the fluids.

My flow isn't fluid, it's built.

Kinda like the house that john built on a hill.

Am I lying? I don't know

The voices are telling me I should go.