I got a riddle,
Who sits around twidlin' their thumbs,
Smoking cigs with a carrot up their bum?
I'll tell you who
It's your dad, your stupid fucking faggot dad,
Glad that he has more than anyone ever had,
Plaid was in style when he was growing up,
You're mom strung out on heroin when you was growing up.
Don't wana be political,
I'd rather be satirical,
Cause as my mom said,
It's gonna take a miracle
To change the world, right the wrongs
Share the air like 4 chamber bomb bongs,
Make your voice heard by writting dope songs,
But to make it better for ourselves,
we got a long way to crawl...

Don't waste my time,
Cause I'm feeling just fine,
Just having a little trouble rhyming my rhymes