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!"