You call yourself a beast.
You named yourself a boss.
That’s a proud of nonsense,
Why don’t you call yourself a genius?
Why fighting with your teachers?

Your brain is black brained,
That loss draw cloud you’re judgmental,
That knife is your way to hell and cell.
You’re backpedaling like a chicken,
Your file is full of robbery than assignments.

You proud yourself with nonsense,
You’re scumbag of sins and taboos,
You can’t share your feelings with your grannies,
You have no shame, poor grannies.
You will die young in hell.