Imma come into your room at night.
I will take pictures of you sleeping.
I will digitally paint a dick over your mouth,
And I will put the altered pictured on myspace.
I will tell everyone you sleep with a dildo,
And then I will get sued.
I will lose the court case miserably,
Because I mooned the jury and said,
IS THIS THE ASS OF A GUILTY MAN?
I will go to prison,
So I better not drop the soap.
I will end up being some creepy black guy's girlfriend,
Because I'll be the only white guy
not covered in swastika tattoos.
When I get out I'll write a tell-all,
claiming you got drunk and beat me.
I will claim that what I did was neccessary,
And you will look like a bitch.
I'll snort some cocaine and talk to hollwood bigwigs
About a movie adaptation of my tell-all.
It will perform poorly at the box office
And I will be a hobo.
There is another hobo as well.
He tells children they can have free milk,
but they must close their eyes and suck it ouf a hose.
I will build a hobo mansion
Out of plywood and tarpouline.
I will do all of these things,
And you will pay me for it.