Shit Scheisse Merde, Pt. 1

Walking in the streets with a slight headache Just wondering how I could have made what I make I don't want to be carried I don't want to be buried I just want to be married to the very first thought But I get so caught up thinking these thoughts that I thought up And I know I've gotta, I've gotta find a way I've got to find a way to get my mind off Replay, replay, replay, replay, replay, replay, replay See, I try my very best to be just like I am But everybody wants me to be like Zimmerman So I thought about giving in, and, but then I think again I don't care about what who said I'm too busy listening to the voices in my head Let the haters hate (hey, tell 'em) Tell them to pull up a seat (hey, tell 'em) I'll serve their words on plates Talking all that shit, tell them time to eat Let them eat Shit, scheisse, merde Do any of you squares know where I can get a joint around here? Shit, scheisse, merde Do any of you ladies care for a game of truth or dare? Shit, scheisse, merde I ain't fucking scared of no lions, tigers, or bears, oh Shit, scheisse, merde Catch me singing this in 20 years at some local county fair If I had a dollar for every single yes But you took away one for every no I'd have about six dollars Which incidentally is how much I got in my pocket right now If I had a dollar for every single yes But you took away one for every no I'd have about six dollars which Divided by seven, do your mathematic Shit, scheisse, merde All you fucking squares better say your fucking prayers Shit, scheisse, merde I ain't fucking scared of no lion, tigers, or bears, oh Shit, scheisse, merde I've got one: What did George Bush say when he met Tony Blair? Shit, scheisse, merde He said you act like you care and I act like I care and we both stay rich Stay rich as Shit, scheisse, merde Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit Scheisse, scheisse, scheisse, scheisse, scheisse Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit