The Blasta

I was maybe 13

They was hurtful and mean

Specially this one fucker Kurt Greene

Fucked with me in the hallways

Always (Abused loser)

They would all say

I walked in the lunchroom

I’m getting punched soon

If Kurt Greene sees me here comes doom

This time he spit on the back of my head

My face turned red as the laughter spread

Daddy has a gun in his closet

Way up in a black box

It’s too bad because he lock it

Along with all of his crack rocks

(Fuck it)

Ice pick in my hand up early in the AM

Kurt’s at the bus stop snuck up one plus

Stuck him in the temple simple disaster

That was the debut of the bully blasta

You fucked with the blasta (Explosions)

‘Till he does what he has to

You fucked with the blasta

You don’t know me

Till he does what he has to

You fucked with the blasta (Explosions)

Keep fucking with the blasta

You fucked with the blasta

You don’t know me

Keep fucking with the blasta

I was 22 and the army’s calling

I’m lifeless out here so I’m all in

And my drill sergeant is barking orders

And I’m sharing my living quarters

With a big-time prick from Oklahoma

I can’t stand him or his aroma

Big thick dick jock in his drawers he flexed

They all kiss his ass they don’t wanna be next

I never thought the blasta would be back

But he has to we need that

He pissed in my bed

I jumped in laid wet in the laughter Blood pumping

He snores like a bear but tonight was nice

We all slept like babies with his windpipe slice

I did it, with a straight blade razor

And my bully blasta behavior

You fucked with the blasta (Explosions)

‘Till he does what he has to

You fucked with the blasta

You don’t know me

Till he does what he has to