"Gosh! Idiot!"

Don't you go thinkin you'll get away with talkin shit.
You're just jealous of my looks and you know it.
Now It's my turn to throw shit in your face.
Napoleon's waiting for you to bend over and tie your lace.
In the army when your soap drops out of you hand,
I know you like the boys checkin your ass but I understand.
You had a tough childhood and your dad simply left you,
Growin up realising that you want to f#ck the doodoo.
So even if you tell me Mr Dynamite looks better,
I know that you're gay underneath your purple sweater.
You can't burn me with words you're simply just a dick,
with an ass that likes 'em thick, damn you really make me sick..

Now we're even dawg. You can get back to fucking that log.

Yeyah! Bite me fuckhead!