Control freaks afuckingnonymous...
Ya know. There are 2 things I can't stand.
One of those things, is a control freak. The kind that has to try and control the property you own. The kind thats so insecure in his own ability to look after his life that he seems to have to care about everyone else. Don't get me wrong, these guys care. They don't want anyone else fucking you over, but they don't mind doing it themselves. There are times when you have to play the cards you hold, and times when you have to ask for a new hand. This guy seems to want both. He's got his hand, but he wants to change it, without losing any cards. It's bullshit. So I say this, fuck your hand. Fuck your cards. You don't even know how to read, (unfortunately he does...) so let someone play them, who can play em well enough to stay in the game without cheating.
The second, is a man who can't stand up. Not physically of course. Thats sad. Emotionally, mentally. So on and so forth. When you can't tell your kids that your gonna evict someone, your sad. When you can't understand that they make the same mistakes the rest of us do, thats sad. When your children lose respect for you because of your actions taken on said account, thats sad. When you fight because your girlfriend doesn't like walnuts, your sad. When you son draws a penis on someones car, and you can't admit that it might have been them, thats sad. He's a fucking 15 year old. His hormones are starting to rage. He's gonna think of any phallic or vaginal symbol he can think of and bring it around your house.
What a fucking dipshit. Wake up and smell the damn coffee you have my mom brew for you every morning. Realize that when she wasn't working, dinner was on the table, whether or not she had something to do.
With as much as we've done for him, you'd think he'd give a shit. Does he? Hell no. He could care less. The cock muncher.
You all remember this, when I grow old, and weak in the knees,
If I can't stand and refuse to say think you or please,
Then knock me out, with a club, a stick, or a mother-fucking bat,
Just make damn sure, that I don't fucking end up like that.
Phillip Wood
One of those things, is a control freak. The kind that has to try and control the property you own. The kind thats so insecure in his own ability to look after his life that he seems to have to care about everyone else. Don't get me wrong, these guys care. They don't want anyone else fucking you over, but they don't mind doing it themselves. There are times when you have to play the cards you hold, and times when you have to ask for a new hand. This guy seems to want both. He's got his hand, but he wants to change it, without losing any cards. It's bullshit. So I say this, fuck your hand. Fuck your cards. You don't even know how to read, (unfortunately he does...) so let someone play them, who can play em well enough to stay in the game without cheating.
The second, is a man who can't stand up. Not physically of course. Thats sad. Emotionally, mentally. So on and so forth. When you can't tell your kids that your gonna evict someone, your sad. When you can't understand that they make the same mistakes the rest of us do, thats sad. When your children lose respect for you because of your actions taken on said account, thats sad. When you fight because your girlfriend doesn't like walnuts, your sad. When you son draws a penis on someones car, and you can't admit that it might have been them, thats sad. He's a fucking 15 year old. His hormones are starting to rage. He's gonna think of any phallic or vaginal symbol he can think of and bring it around your house.
What a fucking dipshit. Wake up and smell the damn coffee you have my mom brew for you every morning. Realize that when she wasn't working, dinner was on the table, whether or not she had something to do.
With as much as we've done for him, you'd think he'd give a shit. Does he? Hell no. He could care less. The cock muncher.
You all remember this, when I grow old, and weak in the knees,
If I can't stand and refuse to say think you or please,
Then knock me out, with a club, a stick, or a mother-fucking bat,
Just make damn sure, that I don't fucking end up like that.
Phillip Wood