Here I am; There you are shopping for bread.
Get outta my head and into my bed;
I know you'd rather be dead;
but think about this instead;
Don't think of me as the guy you'd dread;
I'm not a man of steel; if anything I'm led,
And I don't have an ugly name like Fred;
And if you ask my friends I have street cred;
And I've fought, and I've bled;
for things I've believed in and said.
People tell me I'm smart and could be in med
school, others tell me I should be in special-ed
But that's alright, cause I've been lead,
and I've been followed. There are books i've read
and books I'd rather leave unread, people I've bred
and people I've hoped and wished to behead;
Some come on in; we could do it here, or on a sled;
or we could do it in my shed, just spread
your legs, I'll show you I'm a purebred;
Oh don't go, come on! FINE LEAVE, GO AHEAD!
