Skwidwerd Tenticklez

Can I get Skwidwerd Tenticklez to the front please I need you for a clarinet solo If I was you, I wouldn't be talking that shit, no If I was you, Put the gun to my head and pop a shot Sqwa, Sqwa Now we getting somewhere, Talking like my therapist Go and pop a squat Now we bleeding everywhere, spill my pain on the tile Need to make a blot Now he's getting to scared, I'm walking on eggshells Ooh I jump a lot I feel the devil's care, when you sell it off He never let's you stop I'm a demon I swear, they say we fell from grace Now I'm looking for my spot And I see it right there, Don't cut me in line Imma take it from the top Sick of talking, I don't wanna hear this motherfucker sing I just wanna hear his fucking neck wring 9 plays on a song super cool, bitch How bout you slit your fucking wrist prick? Suck a dick 20 years, 20 years, Still don't know who I am I think I wanna leave, I feel this life's a scam 'Cause think about it, after all the time, and all this lying And crying I think it could been better dying I said I'd go away for a while Still can't shut the f*ck up I said I'd try a new style Still can't shut the f*ck up I said I'd be a better friend I can't shut the f*ck up So now I'm dying for the end Please Jack, shut the f*ck up Go ahead, ask me how my day was I'll tell you it was all rainbows and peach fuzz Then I'll go home and hate myself while you're adoring 'Cause I wish I didn't fucking wake up this morning