Your palms are sweaty.
Your heart is pumping.
You're all stutter-y.
And as you nervously
say.
"Hey, wanna go out with me?"
She will,
smile sweetly.
So fuckin' beautifully.
Next second she and her whole wolf pack
bust up laughing.
You just got shot down
tail between your legs, run!
You retreat, whole school thinks you're a clown.
Next day,
you walk in your face twisted into a frown.
And here comes the bully.
He knocks your papers to the ground.
You can try to pick them up.
All you do is fumbling.
He picks you up, and throws you against the wall.
Now you gotta go Pound for pound.
You gotta fight till one of you wears a crown.
End of school.
Walk out all bruised,
black and blue,
like yo shoes.
Shoulda never her asked her out dude!
Now you look like a fool.
A tool for them to beat on so they
look cool.
Comin' home.
Now, lemme remind you that this is all true!
Open the door,
dad looks you up and down.
Says,
"Son, your a fag."
So you, walk into your room.
You hear the TV downstairs.
"Mazda, zoom zoom."
What's that on your head?
A bag.
What's that in your hands?
A gun.
Boom.
Who's the bully?
His name rhymes with 'You're Okay'.
Add letters 20 and 11.
Now, beat that fucker until he prays for a grave.
