Stupid idiot
Passed out in the lazy boy
I hate you so much

I found a website
That can send poop through the mail
Keep an eye out, dad.

I hope I get rich
So Nancy will divorce you
Go back to prison

Your Pepsi is flat
T'was I who left the cap off
And spit in your rum

It isn't my fault
That you're a coked up dickhead
Some how it's my fault...

You say one more word
And I'll punch you in the throat
Right in the damn throat

I still can't believe
That I'm related to you
Go back to prison