Why am i

Yo yo yo stay in your lanes you must got manure for your brains y'all rickety like a cane why am I the one you try to blame.

I told you I'd see in the fields behind the school after school, and then you know what was going to happen next fool.. your blood it pooled.

It went slick smack smigity smick smack across those cheeks you didn't even make a peep just went to sleep uh oh slept ...

So now that that's not anything left was it every single thing that you did regret it probably was I bet, but I handed to you you probably are going to the craziest son of a bitche I ever met.