Yo jizz stained sheets

This battle is yours to lose

With your microphone blues

Thrift store shoes

Ya don't know what to do.

In your teenage room, building fires

Soon u be riding wit the ambulance drivers

Yo green ass teeth,

And jizz stained sheets

A parakeet, that cant even tweet

You don't go out much, you got no girl to touch.

You touch yourself and masterbate and such

You try to fight, yo get yo ass kicked

You said you were sick, but that excuse didnt stick, bitch

Your looked down upon, you always draw a frown up on, even the happiest clown

You don't get laid, you don't get paid

You get a dollar from your mom, for being a maid

You try to play, the Facebook game of the day, sending requests, but no one says ok.

so now you change your profile

 pic, only you click like, cus you look like a dick.

Your a tool of the government, and industry too, for I am destined to rule and regulate you

I'm the best you can get

Have you guessed me yet?

I'm almost chinese, come and get, don't fret