Walkin down the street and I'm clenchin my fists
I'm waitin for a punk (*##$ to even start talkin %#@!
Not today please man I'm not in the mood

Don't even $#&@ 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 $#&@in steaks that were bigger than you
So get the $#&@ 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 $#&@in 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 $#&@ 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 %#@! (*##$ [x3]