I Don't Give A F**k If It's Your Birthday

I Don’t Give A F**k If Its Your Birthday

By: Nick Workman

 

I’m burning you

Like the UV rays when your tanning

All I ever do is complete s**t

Like Peyton Manning

It’s uncanny

The way I control the alphabet

I easily clear

Any bar you set

You can bet

I’m higher than you’ll ever be

How I see myself

Is better than you’ll ever see

Don’t ask me again

You know the damn answer

My story will end

Happily ever after

Like a damn cancer

You sicken me so

So evil; it’s better

Than my favorite TV show

I know in my heart

That I’m more than I seem

I can take Earth by storm

With a full head of steam

You just dream about s**t

Like alien invasions

But I’m one of those fuckers

Coming here for your nations

Life takes patience

But I’m eager for my millions

If only words were money

Cuz, f**k… I got billions

From aesthetics to zillions

I have the vocabulary

A plethora of vernacular

Damn, it’s almost scary

The way I can vary

And alter a story

Hopefully you’ll f*****g listen

Before I’m f*****g forty

The majority of people

Don’t care the complexities

Of the human brain

Or appreciate the intricacies

Just think it’s a disease

Run scared from someone smarter

Get enraged and nervous

Around those who are martyrs

But like a barter

You would all trade

In your whole life

To know what it’s all made of

Above all though

I’ll put it in lamens terms

I’ll always be higher

Than you stupid f*****g worms