Swingin' Utters - Poorly Formed lyrics

Dear mom and dad you make me cry Because I am so poorly formed Year one and done no need to try Because I am so poorly formed You say there's no need to cry and there's a need to try Why don't you get your out on your big f**ing own Don't pout much or b**h and moan Dear mom and dad your baked surprise Became so poorly formed Ear phones and bones laid waste to die And made so poorly formed Now say what's the big surprise When you laid waste to die I don't spout much spit and foam And that's the sick demise Another way to tell your lies It takes time to fix the broke Now get in line to punch this f**ing joke Dear mom and dad became so poorly formed