All comedy can be derived from tragedy
And we can all stand to be taken down a peg
And while I have enough of a sense of humor to take a good prank
Don't **** with my head

So that means you dear sister,
If you hide my backpack again just to **** with my head all of your stuffed animals will end up dead.
You know **** well you went way too far
You don't know about my scars I kept recorded
In a sketchpad in that bag.

Mom, I love you but I hate what you did,
You let me be angry for days over something as simple as fudge we got you
So I lost respect for both of you, just do you could get a cheap laugh.
Great job, you'll get nothing in my will when my body turns to ash.