And you're sitting at home doing this shit I should be earning a medal for this Stop fuckin' around and be a man There ain't nothin' out here for you Oh yes, there is... This (The first verse I disperse will work mercy Into the worst of all persons that cursed my murk journey The dirt that blurs worthiness bursts into the spurts Of the words that lurched hurt out of the perch that worry sat on And I hope to take my hat off to the mope that pulled the last straw Cause he choked and then grabbed on to the neck...)