Walkin down the street and I`m clenchin my fists
I`m waitin for a punk bitch to even start talkin shit
Not today please man I`m not in the mood
Don`t even fuck 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 fuck 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 dont 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
Pissed
Dont fuck with me today cause I`m
Pissed
I might just break your face if I`m
Pissed
Too much stress buildin up cause I`m
Pissed pissed shit bitch - (repeat 3X)