"Who you fucking now?"

I use my slit wrist

to sign my name with

and when you can't compete with the Joneses

gun 'em all down

(even the father).

You filthy whore.

Shut up and swallow my pride for me.

Move closer or drive farther.

Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead,

but first I'm coming after you all.

It's ladies night at the bar

but she smokes a man's cigar.

I guess she's dying.

Oh well.

I don't give a fuck about your dignity.

That's the bastard in me.

I know a girl

who sells herself around

and I'm sure one day

she'll sign autographs in your town.

Looking back into my diary

what makes me say those things?

What causes my laughter at another's disease?

It's the bastard in me.

You live in shit

and you will eat your own way out.

I am too fly and shy

like no other guy.

Too fly and shy just for you.

I'll mark you all.