Ay yo

I’ve got a hunch

Y’all, right here

Ain’t gon’ amount to much

In fact, your life

Is pretty much a bunch

Of empty aspirations spit while sitting on your bum

You whine, then cry, eat, sleep, then die

The only benefit you left was carbon in the sky

But even that took oxygen that could’ve had good use

And besides that you left behind garbage dumps of refuse

A tumor on society, too bad you’re not benign

Your children look at you and think “Oh my that’s really fine”

Your bloodline clogs the arteries of all that’s good and true

Until the forest’s parched by all your family and its roots

You’ve tied the shoes together of all of the human race

The peeps who do contribute get your vomit in their face

Honestly, you and your brood could get slapped up the head

And still be like, “Guess this just how it is until I’m dead.” (he he)

At least your decomposing body might make flowers bloom

For now the people check their watch until you fill your tomb

Please stay fused onto your couch inside your living room

And hopefully God empties out the dumpster very soon

‘Cause otherwise the rest of y’all can catch me in my bunker

You radiate your worthlessness and I’m not going under