Kids of corn

Glaring into my son's eyes. Reveals a void I felt her in the day. It was all about the pussy, if you can get it. A little girl like me never fucking liked it.

Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a double pump, bring your boys turn up at a party with you doubled up. Double ridie, double party, hardcore, teenage, fuckin' bitches major. Catch me if you can, fuck the law with my dick in my hand. We're comin' strong. Generation triple X, we're all about the weed, smoke and the kinky sex.

Fuck authority! Hit your ass in the head with my 40. You girls see more of me, after school, you better run to your car. Class clown, I already know I'm a star. Your children of the corn was born, from your porn and twisted ass ways, now you look amazed. I'm sitting in a daze, in a purple haze. You better check my pulse, because nothing seems to faze.

How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to date, how to fuck, how to kiss, who to love, who to diss, how to live. What it is? Something got to give. Parents or the kids? It won't be the kids! We're talking shit, because life is a 'biz. You know it is. Everybody's trying to get rich. God damn!

All I want to do is live.!