
You used to call me stupid and beat me by my own locker,
Now who's smarter, now that I'm pointing at you with a mossberg,
You're at a loss jerk, well right at this moment I got words,
Got you pissing in your XL pants like some fucking sparklers,
Childish like crayons and markers, know all like you a stalker,
Hit you where the spots hurt with a drumstick with Travis Barker's,
Name on it, bitch write it a play on it, that'll be a shocker,
Sleep on it, better be honest, you a old bitch with a walker,
In my dreams, I hear "Why me!?", and continue to stomp her,
Get her in a cage, hit her with some rage as I have to lock her,
Up...You can get fucked, I'll drown you in a bottle of water,
You enter your house, say Hi to mom just to notice its not her.