((This is not a diss/battle verse))
(Dont do drugs)
Don’t do drugs or you’ll end up as fucked up as me,
Get pissed off, flip off at teachers, you won’t play happily
Get booted out of anger management school stab your councillors
Go to the club, get angry, and start on fat bouncers
You see how fucked up my white life is
Well it’s better than yours so I won’t dis
Oh I might as well; I don’t give a fuck if you have kids
Fred Durst, is it true Christina just kissed your grits
Cos I doubt it, you’re gay, she’s a lesbian
And Leonardo Di Crapio is a thespian
But the only thing he should be in is the sewer,
And if this bitch keeps annoying me, I’ma sue her
Then she’ll counter-sue, and I’ll sue her back
Cos she calls me the effect of smoking crack
But I don’t smoke crack - I just pop pills
And Eminem gets bollocked for every teenager who kills
His school mates cos he’s being bullied
By these fat fucks being hurried
Into class, To beat his ass
Like the beef between Marshall and D’Angelo Bailey
He’d be beaten, kicked, punched and fucked with daily
And teachers wouldn’t give a damn
About these fucks with their evil plans
To beat him, or kill me
Cos I wouldn’t give them any speed,
Weed, crack, mushrooms or anything else illegal
My arms tired of being told to stand and spread eagle,
And these kids too scared to tell their parent
Because they’re struggling to pay the rent
And Cooper, just cos you’ve paid the rent so many times
Doesn’t mean that you own the house, so stop doing your crimes
And you won’t have to pay to get out of prison
And then you’ll be able to fuck Wallis and Jason (gay)
I don’t know why the fuck I’m writing in the first place
(Don’t do drugs)
So don’t do drugs or you’ll end up as fucked as me
Get pissed off, flip off at teachers, you won’t play happily