Braydon (comedy)

Met him outside his house.
Said hello he ran away.
He was acting like a mouse
He didn't know how to play.

SCREW YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME
SCERW YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME

years later we were friends
he had changed quite a lot
he wasn't shy he followed trends
until he was accidentaly shot

SCREW YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU WHAT YOU TELL ME
SCREW YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME

he ran away he ran so far
until he got hit by a car
up to hevean or down to hell
either way he rots and smells