I'm the type to taste test the pesticides
before I throw it on the hive
It's involuntary convulsions on the typewriter or die
They say you gotta be an angel to fly
but I've seen plenty of beetles in the sky
pluck my wings down to the nuclei
I specialize in petrified; my personal lullaby for tonight
Bite my hide and break a tooth unless you're immune
I like to assume as a ******* to the norm
I'm self abused and bruised, I can't lose