I was like SIX I used to get dissed by da CHICKS
and everyone would chase me and hit with rocks and sticks and callin me names
and fill my lunchbox with frog brains EW
When i got home it was much better
My daddy was a serial killer
now how ya like that?
he’d always make me sit in back
With all his dead bodies on my lap
MOVE
when I got home, enuff of the static, hammer and tools and up to the attic
Never did any other girls or boys
Only my TOYS, toys, toys.
BANG CLANG HAMMER AND TWIST
Nobody knows I exist AND IM PISSED
But I won’t be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys
Toys from the graveyard