My Ego Song

They mock at me; say I am pale ‘n thin
My arms weaker, not even a mole at chin
You piece of dirt, you fuckin’ introvert
You’re lad who’s bad, got much ego in head.

Shut the fuck up, fuck off or jack off
I don’t damn care for lane-puppies’ scoff
I got my ego coz I earned it
Not like you – who burned it
Turned it, churned it
And by end of the day returned it.
Dah! At your question of mole
I’ll convince you with the example of pole
Take out yo tongue – roll, you asshole
I aint got a mole at chin, boy come ‘n lick
You’ll notice there’s a mole on my dick.

My arms are weaker? What the fuck ‘m thin!
Say my name and yo girlfriend will grin
Ask her this query ‘n she will draw a bar chart
And play on a slideshow to demo who of us short.
I am introvert coz I have stories to tell
Skeletons to sell, words to spell. Hell!
I have a past wrote in blood – people not interested
Who cares I stole slice of bread and later arrested
Or beaten until blue stains scripted.

So I talk with you, share a glass with you
Speak flop with you; But change the topic
When you try to dig my past ‘cause it does hurt
This’s when you misinterprete, think he’s a dirt
Assume me of a loser ridiculous fuckin’ introvert.

This is my explanation to your four line question
Why I keep calm on surface and burn below skin
Why I never change a shirt in front of you in open
B’cause I hide red scars got on my back in old moment.
I never went university ‘cause when I asked for funds
He burned bundle of hundred bucks’ bills
And slammed dark gray ashes on my hands.

So I fit a strong stone heart tight in my chest
I went outta cocoon to live with the zest
But rest of the story I won’t ever tell
Otherwise I’d kill the pain I carry in the shell
And I won’t have any more if I tell
Skeletons to sell, words to spell. Hell!