infinite ammo. taggers and vandals in black socks and sandals, doin as many drugs as they
can motherfuckin' handle. skippin' school, breakin' rules and flippin the bird, fast food
cartoons after ittin' some erb. freakin dem flirts, making'm pur till it hurts, just a
couple nerds clockin' the curbs, a couple a words about my nilla wiggas, packin peters
that are measured in milimeters. we don't talk in the theaters like we're siskel and ebert.
we drink box wine and we listen to weezer.

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man, there's nothin' to do in this stupid town
rope swing's busted, stinking cops allways kicking me out of the park
manager of the 7-11 always says "get off my curb you good for nothing"
all the girls already know I'm a bad kisser so they don't come anywhere near me
I don't know how many times I've been to TGIF
a kid can eat an onion bloom only so many times
bowling's boring, the skating rink's been taken over by 12 year olds
there ain't no good movies out, blockbuster never has any good gamesin
I don't want to play Bombad Racing, I mean what the heck is that?
I'm sick of all my records and every time I walk into a record store, I forget what I want to get
and their ain't nothing on TV, not a stupid thing!
There ain't nothing to do 'cept take naps
and wait paitently for death!

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wanggggg, oh bullshit...