Think that I’m a loser
‘Cause now my pants are too low
Think that I’m a slob
‘Cause I got holes in my shoes
Think my cock is like
Just like my dirty shirt
Well you can fuck off
‘Cause I’m working sixty a week
You think that life is really tough
When your daddy won’t buy
You a brand new car
Take a girl out she won’t fuck you
You just brought her a gram of coke
Spend all your money on shitty drugs
I’m not a loser! That’s right,
I’m not a loser!
Cruise down the boulevard
Wasting Mommy’s gas while you’re
Looking for kicks on Friday night
You’re only goal in life
Is to smoke a joint
And decide how you’re gonna get
Laid tonight
You are a fucking son-of-a-bitch
You arrogant asshole
Your pants are too tight
You fucking homo
You suck, Mr. Buttfuck
You don’t belong here
No away you fucking gay
I’m not a loser!
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It’s either been two or three years since I’ve actually done anything for the Fourth. I can’t really remember anymore. I hear explosions in the distance, though.
Ever worry about yourself? I mean, seriously worry that you might just be over the whole thing?