I've got a problem i don't know what to do If i don't help myself i might hurt you Back alleys, dead ends, no way out I kinda like what this is all about Got no family And i'm only 19 Wear funny clothes I'm a real has been Do what i want Not what people say That's what i think So get out of my way Chaos and disorder It's too late to repent It's too late to repent Robots fuck those christians With minds that are bent My mom would tie me in a burlap sack Whenever in my pants she found a crap Between her fingers squished the shit As she clenched her fist Then she kicked me in the dick God she was pissed I've got a problem...