The Bully

I ain’t no genius
Just an ordinary man
Kicking the stupid, lumpy and idiots
Nobody does it as much as I can

Laughter, jokes, punking my job
Sorrows, sobriety, melancholies no way
Turning ordinary people to crazy mob
Making friends with spoiled, urchin and fray

Chemistry is the only thing I love
Physics is next to my first love
Experimenting drifting at every curve
Never stressed or took anything on nerve

Back at the street I burn
Smoking the hell out o the engine
Racing and dodging every scum
Chilling the air with gaming and fun

Hitting the balls is my favourite game
Prefer usually rackets or bats
Just need some bucks and that fame
My presence turns the rival’s pants wet

Friends, friends, friends……….
I make them work on my fingers
Bullying that’s enterprise of only few men
Revenge, anger, chuckling are the emotions in which my face lingers

To drive the hell out of everything is my attire
Stalking, coarsening, irking and aggravating are common practices
Gals are the one who come directly in the line of fire
Every target is a bull’s eye not a single misses

I’m proud of what I am
Sounding like a cowboy, proving that I am A1 at Lloyds
This was me in my game
Get him to me if u want one annoyed.