[Verse 1]
I can't believe myself, I think that since some statements are corny
I shouldn't tell people how I really feel, 'cause after it, I'd just feel fuckin' boring
For father's day, all I had was a pre-written message going toward my dad
But my dumbass forgot to send it, after that, I woke back up and I felt way too fuckin' bad
I'm a bad fuckin' person
All the hate, I deserve it
People telling me all this got my heart fuckin' burnin'
Know it's truth I'm learnin'
But since you need to know for certain
I'm writin' this to read my sins out like a sermon
So let's talk
I'm up for talk
But stop tryna' get close to me, bitch, I said: "Stop!"
"Oh my god
I can't believe this, Don!
This kid said a bad word now I'm a triggered mom
Hey, I found this little cracker stealing from the local shop
You hear shots and you run? You're worse than a racist cop, motherfucker!"

[Chorus]
I'm so tired of all you fuckers
Tryna' tell me what is right and what is wrong
What isn't and what is, plus what can be
I really do not care, I'm not Bambi
[Verse 2]
I swear to God, almost every other second
Some bitch with side-head hair and a quirky obsession
With people like me tries to send me into recession
But what they fail to believe is that the cursing's my blessing
I swear saying "fuck" and "shit" makes me feel so alive
But these people who hear me don't open up their eyes
I just wanna tal--(Fuck you!) Man, fuck you too
I'm allowed to rap like this so I don't end up like you
At least I'm not like every other rapper reppin' the streets
At least I've got emotion and I let it out healthily
At least I'm not toting guns and then begging for mercy: "Please!"
At least I'm out here breathing and I ain't been shot by police

[Chorus]
I'm so tired of all you fuckers
Tryna' tell me what is right and what is wrong
What isn't and what is, plus what can be
I really do not care, I'm not Bambi