I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a
girl's bag, and a V-card.
I got three friends and a whack ass ride,
you can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside.
No girls wanna fuck me, trust me.
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me
just please shut your face hole for just one second.
"Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking
dumb."
Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
Calm down, Bo, just count to ten.
One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit,
three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit.
I quit, I got no patience, you won,
I'll face it.
Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations.
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.
(Same chord progression)
She stood in line and got cut.
Tried out, got cut.
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
Then, she got numb, and she only felt
when she knelt and cut.
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks