Peace to Thirstin Howl, A. L., and Wordsworth
My mother smoked crack I had a premature birth
I'm just a nerd cursed with badly Disturbed nerves
Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first
99 percent of aliens prefer Earth
So I'm here to rule the planet, Startin' with your turf
I hid a secret message inside of a word search
With smeared letters runnin' 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 Gerber's
My first words were bleep bleep and Curse curse
Never had sh** and I still don't deserve dirt
My breath still stinks and I'm on my third cert
Yanking out my stitches, and hollering "nurse nurse"
"You said this shot would numb it, b**h this just hurts worse!"