Watcha doing looking at me
With that fuzzy attitude
Here I go just so silently
Your eyes to me are nude
For all that you've done, I give hate
Why don't you just walk away?
You gotta accept this, this is your fate
Is this all you've got to say?
My hands are wrinkled, its your fking fault
Crack them knuckles and scream
All I see now is my pandoras box, bolt
And I might just call this an attitude supreme
