They said you were the freaky kid.
When you were in school.
And that you never really.
Had friends that were cool.
The teachers they sent letters.
To your Mom & Dad.
They said you'd better teach him.
To be like the other kids.
But, wait until they get a load of me.
I'll take them on a killing spree.
I'm gonna take some jocks out with my gun.
Then they'll see what I call fun.
Because you were the outcast people stayed away. Never said the right thing so they made you pay. Now it's time for paybacks and sweet smell of revange.
When I steal your girlfriend you'll wish you were my friend.