Whatcha lo-
Whatcha lo-
Whatcha looking at
I don't like the way you staring at me bitch, matter fact
Move your eyes off of me, your bitch ass has seen plenty
Got mental problems, never solved them, please don't f*cking test me
When I was young I had a lot of fun playing punk rock
Now I'm old as f*ck and I write a lot of rap songs
Dead wrong, maybe long gone, boy you better go get a pair of Long John's
They better put your ass to sleep if you keepin' on creepin'