I walked up to Jennifer Lawrence,
Told her that last Hunger Games was abhorrent,
But she started talking and became annoying,
So I cut her tongue out to stop her from toying,
With my emotions,
Cuz the way she talks is the most offensive,
Thing I heard since my mom was offended,
Cuz I beat her half to death and she wasn't giving in,
"Son, I raised you!", no you didn't,
All you did was give me buzz,
Making me look like a murderer with red eyes and a bad haircut,
The first girl I ever went out with,
Said that she was entitled to more than a fifth,
of an inch,
of vodka, you immature kid,
I couldn't get more cuz I was underage,
Nor was I that bad ass Gabe,
My girl left me to be his babe,
So I remain,
Lonelier than a lion who just maimed,
My best friend, who suffered from AIDS,
Thought I'd point that out cuz may-,
-be you would feel sorry automatically,
I am a big believer in entropy,
I was a poster child who was empty,
on the inside, that's what the doc told me,
I'm just a rambler, rambling on,
I'm also a murderer, until the break of dawn,
I guess that my name is Bob or Ron,
I can't remember, but they are common names for gingers,
I am a ginger, cuz I have no soul,
I am Bob from the Suite Life show,
I am not one to go with the flow,
I ride against the waves,
I never cared about Billy Mays,
I do not support women's rights either,
Transginger, like a tiger,
Though I am eager,
To maim and kill like a lion,
but I'd be lyin',
If I said I wasn't scared,
So I better start with someone no one likes,
like Gabe who is now married, with a tyke,
But my car won't start a'ight,
Maybe tomorrow,
I got shit to do now, not tomorrow...
Like masturbate...
Like sleep...
eat...
and so forth...