i'm sam gavin, growing up i was the wimpy kid
i got abuse and torment from others like stimpy did
incessent bullying from that delenquent named renfrew
everyday a ritual with a sequence they went through
eight a.m. wedgie, lunch money at ten, swirley at three
hate dispersed through put downs, slurs and insults heard in between
resented worse than if a lepur or i murdered the queen
but some how in senior year cupid savagely attacked me
it was mutual despite my stupid back lathered in acne
still, to this day i'm baffled that someone could love me
adolesence 'til now, i've had her and just one good buddy
her name was autumn and she was always there when i fell
she'd never fall, she was perfect and graceful as a gazelle
granted entry to her heart it was welcoming and warm
soon our cohesion was redeveloping our form
as two of us became one we began to multiply
after school we had a beautiful boy and called him ty
two years time delivered his sister, we named her desiree
i had plenty to be thankful for then came the present day
return home to find a stranger, and my family in pieces
powerless in my cowardice but the man in me increases
the scene is set like a slaughterhouse without the rappers
nothing is protecting the walls from the blood splatters
but that's not what matters, let's focus on the task at hand
you stole my everything so i'm putting you in a casket man
i can't continue on as if my life wasn't mended
and you should have never left your knife unattended
caught you by surprise and now i have you in submission
after my destitution, retribution is my mission
now you're on your stomach with a blade on your neck
i plan on bludgeoning you, i won't let you fade in respect
you're going to feel pain the way that i understand it
using uppercuts you could call my weapons underhanded
but damn it, after your actions, all bets are off
protect and serve my family and now i wouldn't stress the law
i'm out of my head, you're going to be detached from yours
told my story, i'd ask for yours but i smashed your vocal cords
you're weak now, bleeding out, beyond the condition for stiches
slice my jugular, you can be sufferer and the witness