Middle of the food chain, apparent on the bus
Had to then explain, why there was so much a fuss
Bully attacking my name, chris taking it sounds sus
Jump over the seat insane, clawing his face I must
Head on to class, brother painted me a hero
Kicked that kids a*s, from top to zero
Many more to come fast, but fame never near though
Crush on the bullies a*s, she was my biggest dear so
The mormon vibes run strong in this lot
Bully dating my girl, so I had food for thought
Pass my tests, cheat by filling in the box
Past the time, head down still going on a trot
Ya from bubba to matt olvera, I made my case
Christopher henry failed kindergarten flat on his face
Claimed he was smart, but we knew that taste
Never on top of the school, but still had grace
Ya played soccer as the fat child
Always stuck with asthma not mild
Bullies kept me back and smiled
Still developed me through the trials
Dad was abusive, worst bully yet
Brother was bigger, and boy did he sweat
Trying to pin me down, never can forget
All I had to do was cry, and he would forfeit
Because the real bully was not one at school
Nope it was at home, and not always dale the fool
Instead I was beaten by my mom, spatula the tool
Then back to it, caught the bus, d**d inside talking ghoul
Ya from bubba to matt olvera, I made my case
Christopher henry failed kindergarten flat on his face
Claimed he was smart, but we knew that taste
Never on top of the school, but still had grace
As I age I thank them for their might
For picking on me, even though twas there delight
I won more than one, and never lost the f***t
I know we was kids, and today not so big right
Nope the bullies developed me for the world to come
The trials and tribulations that some call fun
Instead you work for money, and can find one
Getting paid to wipe their a*s, instead I'll just hum
No more doing what others want
If you have a problem with me change your font
All caps or else I will just flaunt
Do as I must to obtain the ability to haunt
Ya from bubba to matt olvera, I made my case
Christopher henry failed kindergarten flat on his face
Claimed he was smart, but we knew that taste
Never on top of the school, but still had grace
Closer to death, can I escape this cage
Pills shortening life, is it acceptable to rage
Grown fond of the a***e, tolerant with age
Successful in complaining about the sage
Blessings failed to stop the spread
They try to stop me laying hands on head
Then the forcing of restrictions then the meds
Now my bullies are those that give me a bed
It is good for you, they convinced me before
But my liver disagrees, as well as my snore
The sugar too high, shop different at the store
Oh when will it end, stings like a herpes sore
Ya from bubba to matt olvera, I made my case
Christopher henry failed kindergarten flat on his face
Claimed he was smart, but we knew that taste
Never on top of the school, but still had grace