Don't act tough with me, Runt. You haven't written a decent song since that day we tripped with the cute girl at Petsmart. Listen to me: they can't all be songs about squirrels. You have to talk about real life. About sometimes you just feeling like chewing your foot. Or how you just wanna roll all the fuck in a bad smell. Or just drop somma dem poops in the cold, cold snow. I'm gonna write one about my bad knees, innit. And getting dem shots in my ass. I'm going to call it: Adequan.