Oh, I met this kid the other day
He introduced himself, I forgot his name
But anyway, he only brushes his teeth once a day
And that's just like me, so I think he's okay
Well, he sure did have a lot to say
And lucky for him, I wasn't busy anyway
So he spoke his words and he talked real good
But there was something about him that was strange
He said he has voices in his head and without them he'd probably be dead
I told him that's too heavy for me, you see
So he pulled a gun out from his bag, shot in the air, let out a laugh
And I think he's got another for mе

Oh, I met this kid the other day
His hair was short, hе was 5-foot-yea and pale white
He'd always stick his nose in everything
He thought he was mean with his fake gold chain necklace
He always had a lot to say about everyone and just about everything
Yeah, he's got style, he's got cool cred
Spent his whole life building it up when he can
You know, I don't care how many friends you think you have, your brand new pants or what's the newest flavor of the week
Oh, I don't have no vintage shirts and I wear sweats out to dinner
Your shit will stink when you're with me

So that kid I met the other day, the one that sticks his nose in everything
No, I don't think that I'd call him a friend
I punched that asshole in the face, I guess popular don't mean you're safe
If you got a problem, you can eat my shit