I’m a twit, I’m a tool
Always trying to prove that I rule,
So I did what I knew
lived at home and I dropped out of school

What did I say, say, say
Amiright told me my songs were lame, lame, lame,
No one ever votes for them
John’s my name, Now the Ghetto’s coming back..hell yeah

I’m not S.T.G. , So I’m kissing his @$$
Not funny , tell me why I came back
Not my family or my friends or my blow up I have at home
I’m bloated and alone
I’m bloated and alone

Still a twit, still a tool
Still trying to prove that I rule
Parents house, and my childhood room
A PC with Pentium 2

What did I say, say, say
Amiright told me my songs were lame, lame, lame,
No one ever votes for them
John’s my name, Now the Ghetto’s coming back..hell yeah

I’m not S.T.G. , So I’m kissing his @$$
Not funny , tell me why I came back
Not my family or my friends or my blow up I have at home
I’m bloated and alone
I’m bloated and alone

aint got no fame, fame, fame
my songs are lame, lame, lame

I’m not S.T.G. , So I’m kissing his @$$
Not funny , tell me why I came back
Not my family or my friends or my blow up I have at home
I’m bloated and alone
I’m bloated and alone

I’m bloated and alone
I’m bloated and alone

aint got no fame, fame, fame
my songs are lame, lame, lame
aint got no fame, fame, fame
my songs are lame, lame, lame