Another Song The DJ's Hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Although this time I did quite a bit

I put "hey" and "yeah" and "fuck" in it

I could dress to kill, but I'd rather stay home

I got my own world, leave me alone

Don't pick on me, don't scream, don't shout

Cause my MySpace friends will help me out

I don't need no physical romance when

I got vitamins and I got oxygen

Well, not oxygen but something close

From that breath I won't comatose

So I write and guarantee

This song is just for me

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Although this time I did quite a bit

I put "hey" and "yeah" and "fuck" in it

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Although this time I did quite a bit

I put "hey" and "yeah" and "fuck" in it

Whoa oh oh oh, did you just hear that?

I use it in the song so you remember it

My rhymes rhyme and to some degree

There's no one nowhere just like me

Though I must admit I'm a bit of a jerk

But cleaning up this dirty work

I got better things in life to do

I start a song and I make it through

So I write and guarantee

This song is just for me

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Although this time I did quite a bit

I put "hey" and "yeah" and "fuck" in it

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Although this time I did quite a bit

I put "hey" and "yeah" and "fuck" in it

I drink my liquor from an old fruitjar

Well, I stole that one, but I play guitar

So I write and guarantee

This song is just for me

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Here's another song the DJ's hate

Although this time I did quite a bit

I put "hey" and "yeah" and "fuck" in it