Doctor Scott - Umbrage

Too many people out there taking umbrage with my happiness
What's the matter bucko, didn't get high enough off of the cannabis?
You salty faux journalists be playing the thespian, y'all never heard of us?
Talking that talk about how we're soft, until you get mopped, and then we're all murderous
Make up your mind B, I write up the rhyme then I shit on your function
I'd eat up the Gavin as if it's my luncheon, peep the way that I heat up the junction
Harder than tungsten, a youngster gone hella savage
Cracking the melon on wannabe felons acting melodramatic
Hell with it, I've had it up to here with you fucking queers
Talking tough but ain't got the nuts to even sucker punch one of my fucking peers
So listen up bitch, I'm taking the piss and pitching a fit
I hope you die slow in a car fire you fucking bitch

Written by:
Scott Winter

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