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Peace to Thirstin Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth

My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth

I'm just a nerd cursed, with badly disturbed nerves

Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first

Ninety-nine percent of aliens prefer Earth

So I'm here to rule the planet, starting with your turf

I hid a secret message inside of a wordsearch

With smeared letters, running together in blurred spurts

I hang with male chauvinist pigs and perverts

Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts

Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerber's

My first words were bleep-bleep and curse-curse

Never had ish, and I still don't deserve dirt

My breath still stinks and I'm on my third Certs

Yanking out my stitches, hollering, nurse nurse

You said this shot would numb it, trick it just hurts worse

Grew up in a dump next door to a burnt church

But gunshots drowned out crickets and bird chirps

And it's like that, and it's like that