Don`t critique my technique,
I`m no geek, I make the principal nervous,
my friends can confirmus,
I`ll bust a spitwad in your epidermis,
you can trace my remorse to its supersized source
A hungry, hungry hypocrite named Homer of course,
my old man`s pathetic, damn is his head thick,
The gas from his ass is carcinogenic,
every day I pray his DNA ain`t genetic.