There exists a place inside my head

Filled with shakes and chocolate bread

It appears to me honestly the kids all run like violent sheep

This place is strange and the people queer

Mindless fools they show no fear

They stand tall and rhyme the rhyme

Too bad its the same every damn time

“Oh my god, my dad is a cunt”

So before you I stand performing this stunt

I’ll paint my name on some wary girl’s jeans

Because I don’t fit in with the popular scenes

Outside to the hipsters smoking their cigs

Go take a shower you smell like pigs

Now a verse for the liars who smear the truth

Whose twisted reality is not but a spoof

I’m so glad this place does not exist

Oh wait it does, I’m here I’m pissed

~Tibs