Walking down the streets, Idiots are all I f****** see. Morons right in front of me. I've got a group of them to my right. And it's just the start of my night. Sitting on the corner of Manhattan Beach Blvd. And Ocean. See some s**** out for fun. Showing off their silicone t***. Pounds of makeup hide their zits. I can't believe what my eyes see. Bars packed with U.S.C. fraternities. Plastic people with their plastic money. MTV fed mentalities. I thank god I'm not like them. Pennyloafers on their feet. Collared shirts with rolled up sleeves. Tight blue jeans you wouldn't believe. I've got a dozen chumps to my right. And it's beginning to ruin my night. The to my left a bunch of chicks who think they're hot s***. So I slap them with my g****** d***. People acting so sophisticated. By twenty-one they're all outdated. I don't ever want to be like them. I won't ever f*****' be like them. I have fun laughing at them. I think god I'm not of one of them. Now I'm all surrounded. All these idiots suffocating me. So now it's time for me to leave. But as I leave this f***** up scene I thank god that I'm me.