This is a song about "Sitting on the gutter as a kid walks by punch him in the mouth make a weak dog cry"

About disaster in the world and

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Who thought that light could shine on a spot in the gutter,

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

As the so called weak weep and cry

Dreamin on a lullaby

What did i do, i'm just a kid from the gutter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

A concurrent act; her eyes would flutter, her dignity down the gutter