Ranting

You walk around thinking your cool,
With your sideways caps and baggy pants.
You really just look like a fool,
Thinking you have great rants.
You spend your time hating everyone,
Hollering they hate you.
No one said one thing wrong,
You just want to bitch, you know its true.
I cant help that you dont like me,
Because i have a mouth and it works.
All i did was defend family,
Go ahead and call us jerks.
You can suck my big toe,
How does it taste?
Dont think i cant stoop low,
Just give me time, dont make haste.

Another thing i can't stand,
Is the annoyance of the emo clan.

You wear pants 7 sizes too small,
Your wrists are covered in small cuts.
Do the men even have balls?
If they do they must be hid in their butt.
The girls have hair cut too short,
Spiked in every direction.
What did you brush it with a spork,
Or do your eyes have a bad infection?
We look at you wrong and you cry,
We say something and it happens once more.
If all you want to do is die,
Then go home grab a razor and lock the door.
But remember poor emo kid,
Its down the road not across the street.
Go ahead and throw a fit,
Seeing you cry is pretty fucking sweet.
Thats what most of us are aiming for,
So give us what we want to see.
Its way less of a chore,
And it just makes it easy.