Hi, how can I assist you today?
Hi, my name is “what the hell are you doing?”
I guess it’s my birth name, but not preferred
My parents call me bastard
It’s not the best nickname I’ve heard
The cops call me a thug
But it ain’t the worst thing they’ve slurred
Hi, my name is “asking for it”
But sometimes I go by slut
The media can tell you all about it
And why it’s my fault I didn’t cover up
I could write a book on it
But all anyone cares about is my butt
Hi, my name is “second best”
It wasn’t passed down from my father’s side, mind you
He was the valedictorian and quarterback
I’ll never measure up is what’s assumed
The black sheep, the family’s disgrace
But really, who the fuck am I trying to woo?
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