Tourette Syndrome Lyrics

Even Rude Tourette Syndrome

He's the only honest man in the whole damn room
he likes messin with his head-doing acid and shrooms
you can't stand to stand around him cause he makes you so mad -FAG
when he's really, really high then he isn't 1/2 bad.

He smoked the bomb bud since he was 10
doctor say it good medicine
everybody hate him for what he say
& he so happy it makes me sick

I'm checkin' out! I'm checkin' out!

He was baggin' on the Nation on the 4th of July
making bottle rocket missles -BITCH and readin' high times.
he lives in his parents basement and buys bags and hits
the government pays so he just smokes and has fits - huhhhh

Him pretty certain life is good
get to say what he feel and smoke the erb
everybody hates him for what he says
and he's so happy it makes me sick.

I'm checkin' out! I'm checkin' out!

No body likes you, everybody hates you, how could you be better off than me?