Backtalk
I want a name change
To take me from the same page
Make my brainwaves frustrated so I can blame rage
I would partake to buy the father's heart rate
It would start great until he drive without the car brakes
Flash back to a _____ backpack
That's that living every day with the laugh track
My entire life I couldn't fist fight
A swift strike could have left me with my wrist sliced
A sick sight, my skeleton was skin tight
So my rib cage shatters if it's hit right
It's midnight, and I'm thinking 'bout tomorrow
How to be at risk and whose lung I'll have to borrow
Quick, somebody hit me with a crotch shot playing
Hop scotch in busy streets without a stop watch, wait
Think I set the record, bones are broken through my skin
And probably through my pecker
They would pay for me to shut up so what, a muzzle's cheaper
So I stumbled into prom with shorts and a muscle t-shirt
A troubled speaker, the troubled teacher vs. the trouble speaker
I threaten friends but they didn't want the trouble either
So small and assaulted playing dodgeball, that's not all
I'm the cause of every clogged stall
In fact, blame me for everything, fights with your friends
Or when your mistress took your wedding ring
Find my friend request sitting on the wall of shame
I've seen nothing, so to me, it's probably all the same