Sometimes I wanna fight with a knife on a kite always callin you and maulin you always crawlin on you always stallin on you you know that I hate you yeah, I have so many haters in this big crater you stupid traders I’ll see you later bye, sike i don’t like you or your Nike shoes imma ride my moterbike and I also hate your stupid spike and I’ll send an air strike right to you stupid oh yeah, oh that’s sad I don’t like you Chad or your lads and the thing that doesn’t work is the pads (sadz) oh yeah sadz yeah sadz sadz sadz, I don’t care about you and gimme the lace on your shoe I don’t like your cooking to you look ugly your probably new Mr.sue gimme two and I’m through it’s true pew pew your gone bye