customization of the fixation of the mental frustration
and all of it will only lead to more aggravation
my mind will only bring your devastation
im so confused and often misused
im gonna blow cause im a bomb that can't be defused
i divide my hate from my love
i will get high and fly away like a dove
get high and get a back rub drink til im numb
and if my breath ends up smelling like rum
just reach on into your pocket and give me some gum
and the bud is so yum yummy in my tum tummy
my face that you have a distaste oh how funny
