The spikes on my head put Godzilla to shame
Shaking your eardrums and father's to blame
Wearing my pants in a long daring droop
Don't have to drop them when taking a poop
Got a skinny new cell phone to call up my dealer
And a big black truck that I call a four-wheeler
Rumbling the condos on the way to a rave
Living just long enough to spit on your grave
When I get married the theme "song" is rap
Snoop Doggy Dog just spewing his crap
If you don't like it, just call up my dad
Got more money than you'll ever have
My sisters are steps on the stairway to heaven
Most of my meals are Seven Eleven
My skateboard will drive you out of your mind
Don't like all the noise? Then kiss my behind
Parental guidance is a system of oppression
Step into my booth, I'll hear your confession
I'm not a rebel in the usual sense
Just a leisure class deadbeat and major expense
got most of the networks just kissing my tush
To hell with the neighbors and president Bush
Who needs a job like those illegal slobs?
My parents avoid me, I think they are snobs
I'm into white power for as long as it lasts
My spray can diplomacy is really a blast
Why don't you just get out of my face?
I've got the jump on the whole human race
I'm prowling the roads and drunk to the gills
'Cause mama and daddy are footing the bills
When the baby arrives they'll take up the slack
For the rest of their lives I'll be on their backs
Shaking your eardrums and father's to blame
Wearing my pants in a long daring droop
Don't have to drop them when taking a poop
Got a skinny new cell phone to call up my dealer
And a big black truck that I call a four-wheeler
Rumbling the condos on the way to a rave
Living just long enough to spit on your grave
When I get married the theme "song" is rap
Snoop Doggy Dog just spewing his crap
If you don't like it, just call up my dad
Got more money than you'll ever have
My sisters are steps on the stairway to heaven
Most of my meals are Seven Eleven
My skateboard will drive you out of your mind
Don't like all the noise? Then kiss my behind
Parental guidance is a system of oppression
Step into my booth, I'll hear your confession
I'm not a rebel in the usual sense
Just a leisure class deadbeat and major expense
got most of the networks just kissing my tush
To hell with the neighbors and president Bush
Who needs a job like those illegal slobs?
My parents avoid me, I think they are snobs
I'm into white power for as long as it lasts
My spray can diplomacy is really a blast
Why don't you just get out of my face?
I've got the jump on the whole human race
I'm prowling the roads and drunk to the gills
'Cause mama and daddy are footing the bills
When the baby arrives they'll take up the slack
For the rest of their lives I'll be on their backs
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