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Peace to Thirstin Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth
My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth
Im just a nerd cursed, with badly disturbed nerves
Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first
Ninety-nine percent of aliens prefer Earth
So Im here to rule the planet, starting with your turf
I hid a secret message inside of a wordsearch
With smeared letters, running together in blurred spurts
I hang with male chauvinist pigs and perverts
Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts
Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerbers
My first words were bleep-bleep and curse-curse
Never had ish, and I still dont deserve dirt
My breath still stinks and Im on my third Certs
Yanking out my stitches, hollering, nurse nurse
You said this shot would numb it, trick it just hurts worse
Grew up in a dump next door to a burnt church
But gunshots drowned out crickets and bird chirps
And its like that, and its like that