BombsInTheLunchroom

Rip my heart up through my chest
The veins up out my flesh
Put the dope in the wood, couldn't flow if you could
Still thinkin' that you the best

You say you got the fans, but at your show they just stand
You say you got them bands, but you still livin' with your dad
Young Dylan Klebold, verse full of keynotes
Bombs in the lunchroom, teenage freak show
I ain't loadin' guns, I'm rollin' up some blunts
I got life up in my glass, I got death up in my lungs, what? Wait

I hurt everyone
I don't deserve anyone
I will let you down
In the end, I'll let you down