So I'ma douchebag, and I don't care, I'm proud of the fact,
that I'm louder than that of which you like to vow to redact,
and when I'm stuck in front of wolves I like to shout at the pack,
start beatin' my meat because I'm not allowed to relax.
I'm not funny, or charming, or kind I'm none of that shit,
I'm lovin' bein' alarming, and findin' victims that spit,
So I can piss on em', public urination at it's finest,
'cause I'm climbin' the ladder with the cheatsheet behind my eyelids,
I like to go for long walks on the beach,
but I can never go without havin' to talk to police,
I bought my release for pennies, ain't worth more than the cheese,
They shoulda thought before they unleashed a torturous beast,
And now I'm back, packin' massive green bags to toke,
Loaded, laughin' off my ass, Jack's runnin' down my throat,
might get a suck in the joe, or get stuck in the smoke.
or get sidetracked lookin' for a fucker to choke.