My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch. 'cause my bitch don't bitch at all. My bitch don't blink, she don't even think. About money or fuckin mall. . My kind of bitch don't fix her hair.
Rich boy's in trouble. Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto. All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out. Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse.
[Violent J]. Sitting in the class with my head on the desk. Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less. I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with.
Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face. It's telling me I don't belong with the human race. He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep. I give him my soul, my body he can keep.
Mad Professor. . (Violent J). I was never popular, this I'll admit, fuck school never liked me, Goo!. All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead.