I wake up in the morning at a quarter to 6AM

I know what fun awaits for me and them, ahem

Itll be the same old drama that I see everyday

Though this time, things will be different, I say, I stand a


Lone on the top of the world looking round and round

No ones there, but the sounds that I hear in the air

They reappear every year

Sounds of laughter, cries, tears, and fears, even


Standing at the top of this sphere, I will still say, after

All these years, after all of these days

Did anything change? No, its the same old

Drama, everyday


Freaks will be freaks, they pick on the weak

Though the freaks arent those with the rainbow streaks

In their hair, no no no no, not at all

The freaks are the bitches that you see at the mall


Where they gossip and shop, these freaks are the sluts who

Only take johns that are Aryan and tall

Come home from the mall, and then they watch the OC

Its drama passing as reality, I am so


Horny, I wanna fuck the guy on the OC

Whos an outcast in society

Though like, Oh my God!, when a weirdo comes my way

Ill brand him a stalker, then Ill shoo him away


Though hey, Mr. Weirdos got so many problems

But what can I say?, Seth Cothens got problems, and I would

Fuck him today, whaddya say?

Call me a hypocrite, hey hey hey hey hey hey


I WATCH THE SAME PLAY EVERYDAY

BUT, OH THE PRICE THEY'LL HAVE TO PAY...


Hey punk! Dont think you escaped my critiques

In fact, youre just as bad as those freaks

I mentioned above, you say Love the dove,

End the war, but kill the conformist!


Anarchy! Yay! Youre a prep, youre gay!

Fuck President Bush I say, I love Che

Even though I have no clue who he is

I dress all in black because I am in misery


A proud non-con is what I am

Along with all of my non-con friends

They dress in black and hate Bush as well

Oh thats swell!, we also rebel against


Right-wing media, rap, MTV,

Hey look, Green Days on, saying Fuck Bush! just like me!

A non-con stands for nothing at all

Anti-church, anti-state, anti-big, anti-small


Im a sub-urban whiteboy, I am so poor!

I live in a home that is not worth more than 2 million

Everyday I chill like a villain

In my brand-new Mustang, look at that thang!


And when I cruise in my ride, my speakers blare rap

To the mall, and buy all of this FUBU crap

For my feet, I got Tims, on my head, twist my cap

To show everyone I am poor and black


On the inside, even though Ive never been outside

Of this bubble-town, so Im goin down

To the ghetto, the land of Tupac and Nas

I get a hard-on when Ems on, I know its because


Im lovin this scene, Its ON you see!

Drugs! Guns! Hos! Parties! Makin money!

Perhaps an African-American family

Can adopt me, I think thats the way it should be


Athletes, athletes, elites, elites, are the 

Athletes, girls and guys, jocks, jockettes, whatever

They can fly on the field, on the track

Here there and everywhere, there and back


Black and blue, is it true that they cant eat

Risk defeat if they eat sweets before they compete

So instead they break bread in a basement with weed

And drink beer while the cheerleaders tend to their needs


Hunky hulks if you ask me, I rule over sleaze

In the sea of humanity, I do as I please,

Just a shot in the ass and this weight is a breeze

I come home, chug a beer, Becky get on your knees!


In this age, all the rage is the roids, and the boys

Look like toys, oh what poise!, after taking these roids

Freaky girls making noise cause they want to enjoy

Aryan boys, sexy toys, hoy ahoy hoy ahoy 


I be a pirate sailing this sleazy sea

Of humanity, heeheehee, I deal with elites

They claimed they shouldnt be in this sea with the sleaze

But I disagree, now their balls look like peas

And they cant even swim cause they got two bad knees 

They scream, Please let me onboard!, but I letem freeze


Pseudo-intellectuals taking APs

Liberal students who cant take high Bs, mostly

Jewish or Asian: Indian, Chinese

Arab, Korean, Vietnamese, sorry


Did I offend you?, then crucify me

Use superior logic and force me to flee

To the hills, writing rhymes you find so un-PC

As you march with the band and you learn chemistry


You are mentally ill, please do not talk to me

You will ruin my dream of Yale University

Republican swine, simple mind, unlike me because

I can create my own reality from what I


See on TV and I read in the library

Gotta study for that SAT, cause if I

Get a B, I will cry, stick a needle in my eye

Let it bleed until I die, all the others wonder why


I study so hard, why I try and freak out like Im gonna die

Because Im better than the pack!, Im back on track!, I put this crap back back backinmy

Back pack, tick tack, clickety clack, goes the train

Back on the fast track to Harvard, dont you


Talk back, dumb sack, I look down on you

Cause I am a scholar and youre just a foo

Ill go to an Ivy League University

And get my degree to improve my reality 


Youre probably wondering why I say

That everything will be different today

Youve witnessed Round 1, Ive fired the gun

And youll know the truth by the time I am done


When I came to this school, I was a fool

I tried to be cool, but I drowned in the pool

I was washed up, left for dead, chopped in pieces, foamed and bled

Re-emerged, rose from bed, gathered strength and forged ahead 


(with whispers of hes Krimpy, hes Krimpy, hes Krimpy)

I still hear the laughter, the cries, the tears

Alone I stand here and I cover my ears

My fellow classmates, hear me clear, I havent

Asked for acceptance once in all of these years


I fell for the sluts and the bitches and hoes

They called me a stalker, instead they chose

The Aryan males who drank and smoked grass

And look, they got raped in they stupid ass!


I was cast as a fatass, my dreams faded fast

Heres a blast from my past, a pain in your ass!

I hate your ass, Ill rip your ass apart, eat your heart

Destroy this whole class, wont give no one a pass


Cause you propelled me here, in our final year

My lines of rhyme have instilled fear

In the hearts and minds of many peers

While others cheer my pioneer-ing


(with background vocals Krimpys just a man")

Ideas, captured in these lines of ink

Telling others of what I think

Of how I was pushed to the brink

Of giving up, to slowly sink


You looked down on me? Now I look down on you!

You tried to take everything from me, who knew

That in a couple of years, Id earn it back, plus change

Now Im rescuing all those youve labeled as strange


I am coming down now!, like I always say

Same drama, same BULLSHIT, everyday!