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)