u know what u keep me out u don't help me out u don't let me have my child support money then when i go to my house to get some of my stuff back u PUNCH me oh no that is not going to happen again caus4e this time i have people on my side so have fun with yore life cause u just fucked it up!!!!

"Dear Diary, those stupid jocks at school think I'm gay. Why can't they understand that heterosexual boys like me just like to kiss other heterosexual boys once in a while. They're so mean, and it depresses me... They say I'm Emo, even though I'm just misunderstood."
*sniff* *scratch*
"They just don't understand"
"And Karen dumped me today. She says I'm the perfect guy, and that I'm always there for her, just like when her Chimichangas were too cold, and she ended up cutting her wrist out of shear depression. She says it's not me, it's her. She says I'm too good for her. I love her so much... I think I'll express my undying love for her by throwing my pillows and crying... and perhaps I'll write a love song and sing it off-key..."
*sniff*

Hopped up out the bed
Turned my swag on
Took A look in the mirror
Said wassup (yeaaah)
I'm gettin' money (oh)
They told me round the hood
(What they say?)
Everytime they see me I look good (yeah)
(Why?)
I get money (yeah)

If you be hatin just be mad at yourself
I bet you think this song is about, don't you (yeah)
But I did it without you (yeah)

Said this is for them chicks who be handlin they business
Got M ups to them hatas cause we to busy winnin
You can't tell us nothin
You can't tell me nothin
If you ain't gettin money
Then you ain't got nothin for me

Cause I be gettin paper like you wouldn't believe
And I be gettin hatas like you wouldn't believe
So wassup (yeah)
Boy stop (yeah)

my dick cost the late night fee
youre Dick got the HIV
my dick is bigger then a brige
youre dick is like a little kids