Yo it's RomanianTickleFart on the mic, yo

I fucking hate that John Flounder

That guy needs to fucking kill himself

I fucking hate that guy

I woke up at seven o'clock today

I look outside, the sky looks pretty grey

I'm like "Fuck, that's fucking gay"

I look at the shelf, what do I see?

An empty bowl of cereal staring at me

I go "Fuck John Flounder, I hate that fucking bitch!"

So I go to the store, to shoot that fucking fish

I wait in line for about thirty minutes-ish

I get pretty bored and go "Hey, I'm gonna coerce you, bitch!"

Needless to say, my ass is in jail

But that's okay 'cause I like to eat kale

It grows out the ground here but that pisses me off, it reminds me of my ex

So I grabbed a fucking gun, walked up to the ward

And said "Hey, that's a pretty stupid looking door."

"Bang, bang, bang!" goes the fucking gun

But it's really fucking loud so I'm not having any fun

I have a condition called hyperacusis

Which means I basically can't loud sounds or else I start to RUN

I'm out of that place, and my head starts to turn

I'm looking to the left thats why it's doing that

Then a car goes up to me and goes

"Hey kid, it's me, RomanianTickleFart12 from the future"

We go back in time, to 1982

To stop John Flounder from ever being born

But then we went to the wrong fucking address

Which was really fucking stupid

So now I'm stuck in a time anomaly

And now I'm in hell…

For all eternity